Calexico - Feast Of Wire (2003) by Calexico (보컬) on maniadb.com

washed my face in the rivers of empire
made my bed from a cardboard crate
down in the city of quartz

no news, no new regrets
tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder
and prayed it would rain and rain
submerge the whole western states
call it a last fair deal
With an American seal
and corporate hand shake

take the story of carpenter Mike
dropped his tools and his keys and left
and headed out as far as he could
past the cities and gated neighborhoods
he slept 'neath the stars
wrote down what he dreamt
and he built a machine
for no one to see
then took flight, first light
of new morning

..

love the run but not the race
all alone in a silent way
world drifts in and the world's a stranger

in a light, eclipsed and alienated
in a time, occupied and invaded
can't tell what's right, better hit the ground running

in the hills where the tall weed grows
hands are tied and won't let go
can't escape this place without leaving the world behind

in a light, ashamed and humiliated
in a time, sacrificed for the sake of trade
the soul is bent, feels the weight of truth
falling through
left behind, no choice but to run to the mountains
where no poppies grow,
you have to hit the ground running

in a light, paralyzed and spirits fading
out of time, must decide to fall or run
into the eye, of the storm no sign or omen
make it right, or fall to the other side
where fields are burning
from the day you're born
you'll always hit the ground running

spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart
can't find no poison, now I've got no cure
(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin

payne county line
watching unjust claims
one man's righteousness is another man's
long haul, sentence carried out
long haul, counting the miles
to the four corners of the world

spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked
apparitions worth their weight in gold
scratched in metal, name erodes away
hands are scarred, heart is charred
burnt though, and ashen

trip on fence post line
sifting through the remains
one man's close pursuit is another man's
last chance, make it through the divide
last chance, suffer the weight or get buried by this
black heart, sweeping over the land
black heart, crawling its way
to the four corners of the world

With a head like a vulture
and heart full of hornets
he drives off the cliff
and into the blue
not even the priestess
with her wrenches and
secret powers
could save (steer) him
from danger for a little while
not even she could save him

High atop radio towers
Sky darkens in the final hours
Marie wrings her praying hands
Don?t see why the spirit won?t understand

While lines are crossed
Hope?s broken at the knees
And at a loss
The world?s made of dust
And dust it will return
Sniper surveys the scene
Angel chorus won?t intervene

Takes her child to the river?s edge
And let?s her go to the depths
Where dark waters flow
A singing tide
Pulls her to the edge and hypnotize

Samn any fool willing to believe
There?s no hand behind any of this
What?s it gonna take, force the cycle to break
And skut it down before it makes another round

Sworn in on an oath the lies
Swat away a halo of flies
Fast track vision deceives
The storm on the horizon

Close behind

the plaza in the village
where mission bells used to ring
is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
even the swallows have spring
all the blossoms are burried
'neath the waste

out of the shadows grow hatred
along the corrider crawls fear
crushed by the promise of hope
that never returned

watched with a hawk's trained eye
trees grow silent fruit
'neath a suffering sky

those who have stayed, keep a flame
in memory of the fallen
and pass on the old rites despite the risk
but many more have left here
on mended broken wings

turning to see your reaction
a tear drop fills your eye
but you protest not to give up as give in
heading straight for the wreckage
picking up a shovel and a hoe
start putting back the bricks one by one

numbers come out of the woodwork
corious to see the rebirth
above the swollen clouds
a strange sound fills the air
a silence never heard
falling like blessed rain
and the swallows return
as the mission bells ring

alberto hits his brother on the
back of the head, looks to the north
as he starts to get up
his brothers still sleepy
grumbles 'it's not light yet,'
'if you want a new life, what's a few minutes wait?'

darkness on the road and over the land
into the laws and out of the hands
from those with so much and no show of heart
you'd think it'd be crazy
to ask for a small part
..

spotted an eagle in the middle of a lake
resting on cactus, feasting on snakes
but the waters recede as the
dump closes in, revealing a whole lake
of sleeping children

poison in the stream that flows to the sea
out on the waves that crash within reach
of those with so much
and so little to fear
you'd think it'd be crazy
to be so far away yet so near

some say a new day will shine here
over these catastrophes and horrors
of misfortune, all across the wire

Alberto y Hermano on the coyote's trail
and dodging the shadows of the border patrol
out in the wastelands wandering for days
the future looks bleak with no sign of change

darkness in the eye and down in the soul
all across the wire to those in control
holding so much with no show of heart
you think it'd be crazy
to watch it all fall apart
watch it all fall apart

Ball of flame, it's all i saw
it pulled us in

spirit search, no angels dear
will find us here