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from State Radio - Fall Of The American Empire [single] (2008)
Did you get the invitation?
The swan song of a nation, Everyone's waiting for you inside. We got soda pop and hickory stills. Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles, And Sally makin' you feel all right. The baroness and her bayonets, The mad hatter hedging bets, Against the good judgment of the swinging king. It's the fall of the American empire, But don't you worry honey you didn't miss a thing. Juiced up dignitaries getting' loose like Thelonious did, We got our own sanctimonious kid, And he can suck the diamond off a diamond ring. Just send in the farmers in the National Guard, We'll be in the war room gettin' hard, Just wear your dress blues you know you look so damn dashing. Don't be shy, Sally won't bite you, 'Cause she got her pants on fire, And she got a rabbit baby calling your name. Fall of the American empire, It should've been all right, Should've, should've. But me, I'm just working a sound bite, Just rolling my smokes tight. You know they said it was all right, all right, all right. 'Cause Lucy's in the nude, With nothing left to lose, Except them thigh-high kiss the sky American boots. Sally got dirty with a senator's son, You know the one from Massachusetts, She was pleased to come his advances, For he was a man of wealth and taste. But she got so cut up by the man who would not stop. Thought all she needed was love, But it was like nothing she thought, And when Lucy came to get her, In the corner she lay. It's the fall of the American empire, It should've been all right, Should've, should've. But me, I'm just working a sound bite, Just rolling my smokes tight. You know they said it was all right, all right, all right, all right, all right. Where you going Mr. Holy? All right, all right, all right Say where you going Mr. Holy? Lucy girl I found your diamonds, They shine like sirens, Singing from the shoals of buzzard's bay. It's worse than we know, How I wish it wasn't so, That all tomorrow's parties have gone away. Fall (all in for the fall) of the American empire, They said you would never go away. Fall (all in for the fall) of the American empire, Lucy girl can't you just stay? |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Hear you sold your friend,
Got a good price at the local store. You know he could've turned you in, Could have been you on the concrete floor. Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news, They got 'em looked up in the castroland, Redefining abuse in shades of grey. Torture advocate. Got his dick up in a chicken hawk. Life is what he'll get, War president is a criminal. Still the years they go by, No charge of trial date. You're accused of whatever you confess to Until then you won't see the light of day. There must be another way. There must be another way. The weathervanes are charging down the hill, In some quixotic Calvary, And the war machine is shaking in its sleep And the homesick ghost of the Geronimo, I fear is taking all the absinthe, There must be another way. Since Geneva's nearly drowned, Since the tinsmith was gagged and bound, Since the rich boys got away, Two shovels and a skull of the widower brave. Another indefinite detention, Another tradition saved, All hail the line of crooked white chiefs, Whose father stole the bones from an Indian grave. There must be another way. There must be another way. There must be another Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo. Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo. Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo. Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Come all the unfortunates,
Come on with your throwaway youth. They say it's written for you, No matter what you do. 'Cause you see something happened up in robin hood hills, The devil had his way. But the locals say they're on to something, They say they know his name. Did you happen to see the paper today, And see what them troubled boys had done? Another unidentified youth, Mistaken for something he'd never done. Come all the unfortunates, Come on with your ghetto youth. There's talk on the police radio, Any suspect will do. 'Cause there was an on-scene deputy, And he had it in for the West Memphis Three. Got them for murder of the first degree, But the crowd wanted more. Did you happen to see the paper today, And see what them troubled boys had done? Another unidentified youth, Mistaken for something he'd never done. So get goin', get gone. So get goin', it's time to move on. So get up get going, see what them troubled boys have seen. 'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be. So get up get going, see what them troubled boys have seen. 'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be. 'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
On a brig loaded with timber headed for the north Maine coast,
They took on some rough seas. The captain and his slave fought back the heavy waves, But they were threatening to break her up so badly. See two days before they left the outer banks, And made good time up to Boston. But just north of Essex the sky grew dark, He missed his mark he was making, And life can change so fast. The captain had seen many a day, When the winds blew and the waters raged. But it was just a part of the life he made for himself, Running the coast of New England. The ship heaved and cracked, Threw the men on their backs as the water came rushing in. The captain fought hard yet. He yelled above the splintering wreck, I have done you wrong son. I should be forsaken for what I have done. But Ben reached a timber to stay afloat. He grabbed the captain's braided coat. He swam him to the nearest shore. Dragged him up 'til he couldn't pull no more, And left him breathin', yeah left him breathin' dry. The captain said in all my days, I have never seen anybody save the very person who kept him enslaved. God dam it Ben, you should have your freedom For what you have done. And I should be forsaken for what I have done. Somewhere off the Maine coast, At the mouth of the New Meadows River there's an island, Where a marooned man lived out his life quietly under tied and sky. Never forgetting when the sea rose up so high. The captain said in all my days, I have never seen anybody save the very person who kept him enslaved. God dam it Ben, you should have your freedom For what you have done. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Ma ma mama don't look now,
There's red bus coming up along. I might recommend that when the protests are over, You will not expect to be so well. When the capital is crowded with effigies, And they might do you in if you don't know your country. Don't you ever let us down C.I.A. I know you'll never let us down C.I.A., As you sit on the crowd and keep them workin', And say again. Ma ma mama don't you see? 'Cause it's just one of them lonely days, When we say how we fear that the last fence has fallen. You will not expect to be so welcome to life of a foreign national, Where are the Americans Now that they fractured your country? Don't you ever let us down C.I.A. I know you'll never let us down C.I.A., As you sit and call in sick your empire needs protecting. Since they fractured your country? Don't you ever let us down C.I.A. I know you'll never let us down C.I.A., As you sit and call in sick your empire needs protecting. Your empire needs protecting. Your empire needs. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
It was a rough night,
Turned into years in an unknown land. Jut a grudge fight, Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand. We had a hard time, But we tried to understand. These born-again, gunpoint libertines. Then they sold us down the face of the might river, Sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it's the evil liberator, And he's coming with a gang of thieves. In the firelight, Of the torched out refineries. He sat upright, The poster boy for the I.M.C. A poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes, Sure as a blind man does note see the floor. Then they sold us down the face of the might river, Sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it's the evil liberator, And he's coming with a gang of thieves. And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium. It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from. 'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons. We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline. You know you'll have it coming if you say there is nothing to see. In the desert night, They listened for the baying of the hounds. But it wasn't quite right, No sign of the weather underground. And they were keepin' a sharp eye, But they never saw what they had found. At last it was only you and me. Well then they sold us down the face of the might river, Sold turpentine for tea. Hold me now it's the evil liberator, And he's coming with a gang of thieves. And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium. It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from. 'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons. We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline. Oh yeah! Oh yeah! No battleship too big for the war emporium. It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from. 'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons. We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline. You know you'll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
On behalf of the resistance, and all of our existence
As the wanted man, the conquered man. We no not of your borders, But you push us to your corners. This is not your land, This isn't anybody's land. Some will live and some will last, Some will cry out for the past. But my oh my, The answers are falling fast. I will give if this pain won't last. So from where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever. How you choose to meet your fate, For I will fight no more forever. Government agent arrivals, pale chief and his disciples. They crooked tongues, the acid lungs. We know not of your borders, But the world is getting colder. This is not your land, This isn't anybody's land. Some will live and some will last, Some will bleed like Looking Glass. But my oh my, The answers are falling fast. I will give if this pain won't last. So from where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever. How you choose to meet your fate, For I will fight no more forever. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever. How you choose to meet your fate, For I will fight no more forever. And the sun will set sad and sick, Break these chains I don't want them no more. And the sun will set sad and sick, Break these chains I don't want them no more. Break these chains I don't want them no more. Break these, break these chains. Said he died of a broken heart. Said he died of a broken heart. Died of a broken heart. Broken heart. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
My father was a haystack man, always said son go find what you can.
Said the guns get jammed up in the sand, don't let them try to fool you. I said but daddy we ain't fightin' the Cong no more. He said you're going over there to lose the very same war. I said nothin' you can do is gonna make me stay, Gotta let others have their glory day. But you know the whole town's getting' together in Leeland's barn. Everyone's getting' their nice shoes on. Girls are all cuttin' up their confirmation dresses. Streets will be empty tomorrow as the whole town confesses. It's a barn storming yeah, Gonna leave my bed tomorrow. It's gonna be a barn stormin' yeah, Won't hold a head of sorrow. 'Cause it's a lovely heartbreak, a lovely heartbreak. Now Ginny she was up to no good, As up to no good as she could sometimes be. I used to lie awake at night, Just thinkin' about her being up to no good with me. But tonight she said just like the flower to the bees, I'm gonna give you a little somethin' before you go overseas. All I could do was stammer, Yes, yes please look in the other direction. It's a barn storming yeah, Gonna leave my bed tomorrow. It's gonna be a barn stormin' yeah, Won't hold a head of sorrow. 'Cause it's a lovely heartbreak, a lovely heartbreak. 'Cause I never been laid and so it goes, Never danced before so stoned. It was the first time I didn't want to go, Now I wish I could take it all back again. She spit in my hand, Said boy I'm gonna make you a man. It was all I could do to stand and ask the levy to hold. It's a barn storming yeah, Gonna leave my bed tomorrow. It's gonna be a barn stormin' yeah, Won't hold a head of sorrow. Cause it's a lovely heartbreak, a lovely heartbreak. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo.
Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area. A it's ok. In the city she said he cut a cord of wood, No bigger than thimble but still plenty good. A it's ok. 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies. On account of the world economy that's makin' us sick. Go get the man who said he's on to me, He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks. But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down, You'd never know it in this town. The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you. Catch as Casius never become the killing machine. Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out. So devout to the saint that lost his seat he never seen, Semi-automatic rosary out devout. 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies. In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit. I'll watch your economy, I'll tell you when the police have it fixed. Paris is burnin' down, You'd never know it in this town. The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you. So take a minute to laugh it over, We'll make sure it's all true, Just like she said, Behind the barn last December eve. Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner coming home from the union hall, He saw the fall. A it's ok. JP Sousa found a radio, a radio. Sousa found a place to go, A radio in his head that said. It's just a bump on a rash of robberies, An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' this day. In a world too sad for sodomy We're just sitting in the kitchen with our stray. But Paris is burnin' down, Governors are walkin' around, We'll make sure that they do right by you. So you think you might go to Beatrice, Even though the letter was never found. Maybe it will come tomorrow noon. She is askin' her fallen saint to Please return her straitlaced fighter Who don't know who she is, he don't know who she is. Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss, Have you softly gone to winter? Here I've brought you your two two dollar bills back. But I'm not waiting for sweet Eliza. She can have her water colors back, I found them on last December eve. You look strangely quite so familiar, The way you talk of suppertime but I don't know who she is, Don't know who she is. And you, you bring this beloved stranger. At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed, She gave me a needlepoint motorbike. So go and take this to sweet Eliza, It was written and gently given to The courier pending arrival soon. Could you hold me just one more older Then I'll go as your fallen fighter Waiting at the door, can't see you any more? Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia, In a letter sent to December, I will wait for you to just humble me home. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Dear Mr. Omar Bay,
Heard news that you left today. You still countin' all them taxicabs, takin' you back to the time you have left? Do you well remember Vietnam, When you had a mother who loved her son? Did you have to leave us all and go away? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I'd even say it's four too many. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Dear Mr. Omar Bay, I saw your old friend form the war today. He said you went to seek God in a church or to get some warmth, whatever came first. And now your standpipe it stands alone. If where you place your cap is your home, Did you have to leave us all and go away? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I'd even say it's four too many. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I'd even say it's four too many. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold.
And so she took us down to the water's edge. Said if we are not, careful with what we do, We will reach a final end. She gave him everything, But he held her down and he tore her coat. I shouldn't have loved you, I shouldn't have loved you. As with gladness men of old did the shining world believe. And so took them down some bread. But when he up and threw away the seed, You could see her look away and sadly shake her head. She gave him everything, But he held her down and he tore her coat. I shouldn't have loved you, I shouldn't have loved you. We want for the blood of the earth To cure up the vine, but we roll it aside, We roll it aside, we roll it aside, we roll it aside. She gave him everything, But he held her down and he tore her coat. I shouldn't have loved you, I shouldn't have loved you. She gave him everything, But he held her down and he tore her coat. I shouldn't have loved you, I shouldn't have loved you. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
In the park there's a wicker made plane
that crashed down just the other day. The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented and crash landed in the middle of the city. He'd never seen buildings so tall and wondered why they even didn't ever think to lean over and fall, and wondered how he'd manage to navigate through them all like he did. But oh how they seemed to lean over him now, as if to peer down on the broken scene. As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger brought down in the hurricane. He said wherever I am Lord, please you must explain, just hours ago I took off in my wicker plane. Night fell and with it came the rain. Down on the buildings, the pilot the plane. Rain ran down his hair, hangin' so low makin' circles in the puddles where the drops would go. A little boy came along, took him to a tree on top a gentle slope said this tree is a misfit like you and me. On rainy nights like this the bark come off like rope. They bundled up the bark, each took a load. Took it to the high rise where the little one lived. Tossed it down the park with a mighty throw and watched it unroll to the ground round. The pilot ran down, tied the bark to the prop and then promptly left the park to go back to the top. There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof, the boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too. Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain. Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker plane (wicker plane) Now you're in a lovely garden, it's such a lovely garden. Now you're in a lovely garden, it's such a lovely garden. Now you're in a lovely garden, it's such a lovely garden. Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord. Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord. Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain. Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Downwind there is a comin',
A rumble in the sand. Sets our feet to running, For the fear of the faceless man. For the fear of the faceless man. But if I had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall, Then I would put an end to it all. And if I had wheat to burn, And if I had a lot to learn, Then it still would not matter what color you were. And if I had but one wish on which to stand, I'd wish the weapons all turn to sand. I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands, Fall down to their sides. Downwind they come up lonely, All hungry for the kill. The horses do the pounding, But it's a blood that's going to spill. It's a dark blood that's going to spill. But if I had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall, Then it wouldn't matter what color you were. And if I had but one wish on which to stand, I'd see the weapons all turn to sand. I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands, Fall down to their sides. If I had but one wish on which to stand, I'd have the weapons all leave Sudan. I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands, Down by the riverside. Ghost town in my homeland, I will come back again. And if you make a ghost of me, I will still be free. Ghost town in my homeland, I will come back again. If you make a ghost out of me, I will still be free. If I had but one wish on which to stand, I'd see the weapons all leave this land. I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands, Fall down to their sides. If I had but one wish on which to stand, I'd see the weapons all leave Sudan. I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands, Down by the riverside. Down by the riverside. Down by the riverside. |
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from State Radio - Year Of The Crow (2007)
Did you get the invitation?
The swan song of a nation, Everyone's waiting for you inside. We got soda pop and hickory stills. Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles, And Sally makin' you feel all right. The baroness and her bayonets, The mad hatter hedging bets, Against the good judgment of the swinging king. It's the fall of the American empire, But don't you worry honey you didn't miss a thing. Juiced up dignitaries getting' loose like Thelonious did, We got our own sanctimonious kid, And he can suck the diamond off a diamond ring. Just send in the farmers in the National Guard, We'll be in the war room gettin' hard, Just wear your dress blues you know you look so damn dashing. Don't be shy, Sally won't bite you, 'Cause she got her pants on fire, And she got a rabbit baby calling your name. Fall of the American empire, It should've been all right, Should've, should've. But me, I'm just working a sound bite, Just rolling my smokes tight. You know they said it was all right, all right, all right. 'Cause Lucy's in the nude, With nothing left to lose, Except them thigh-high kiss the sky American boots. Sally got dirty with a senator's son, You know the one from Massachusetts, She was pleased to come his advances, For he was a man of wealth and taste. But she got so cut up by the man who would not stop. Thought all she needed was love, But it was like nothing she thought, And when Lucy came to get her, In the corner she lay. It's the fall of the American empire, It should've been all right, Should've, should've. But me, I'm just working a sound bite, Just rolling my smokes tight. You know they said it was all right, all right, all right, all right, all right. Where you going Mr. Holy? All right, all right, all right Say where you going Mr. Holy? Lucy girl I found your diamonds, They shine like sirens, Singing from the shoals of buzzard's bay. It's worse than we know, How I wish it wasn't so, That all tomorrow's parties have gone away. Fall (all in for the fall) of the American empire, They said you would never go away. Fall (all in for the fall) of the American empire, Lucy girl can't you just stay? |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
The women in the valley forge
They go day to day Don't let them raid my home and My home and place But the men they can't see boyond So they war and war They don't remember What they came here for People to people are so unjust Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well Women in the valley forged her The once home of the brave Don't let them raid me home and My home and place But the men they can't see beyond So they become what they hate They don't see that the moon has just Yeah the moon is just getting its legs People to people are so unjust day Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well People to people are so unjust Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well And you don't even close the barn door After the horses have scattered And no one knows anymore Where all the souls have gathered Though they will keep an eye on what you do And when the people have spoken We won't cry mercy on Mercy on you Cause we will We will be alive just broken People to people are So unjust they say Carry yourself well Carry yourself well People to people are so unjust they say Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
I work in the kitchen At an old-folks store I do my best But I too am getting old I do the dishes But lately I've been dropping plates Since i get older my hands are starting to shake So Mr. Larkin see I, I've got to hold this job Did you misspeak when you told me she was all but gone Mr. Larkin got me my one weeks pay But don't ask me to leave her, I cant afford that way Ten years ago my wife took sick so I brought her here, my job I quit i started working for the home so I could be by her every day we couldn't afford the cost in any other way Chorus So, so Mr. Larkin see I, I know she know who I am Every now and then she'll, eh, she'll squeeze my hand It's what I live for and it's why she don't die So Mr. Larkin won't you, won't give me this try I walk to work on route 27 I see the same cars pass every day And through all this new england weather You know never once have I been late Chorus I see the argument your making And I understand you've got to do your job And believe me I know she's turning angel But you see this women is all I got Chorus |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
woke him up with a barrel to his head his eyes shut tight bracing for the blow resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hands twenty days in a concrete fallout what life have I to take your own oh my country won't you call out doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones from another land's war torn corners to a prison cell in my own punish me for not taking your orders but don't lock me up for not leaving my home your words just another bloody fallacy a house of cards you painted white you tried to recreate Normandy but you made up a reason to fight and now red oil is spillin' down on the street and your eyes so big for the belly is weak will you not refuse this currency or is blood money just money to you or is blood money just money to you twenty days in a concrete fallout what life have I to take your own oh my country won't you call out doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones from another land's war torn corners to a prison cell in my own punish me for not taking your orders but don't kock me up for not leaving my home camilo camilo leavin' my home camilo |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
....why so many, why so many, why? <i>[x8]</i>
Manny don't need no comforting He don't ask of the world to bring him up Ain't gonna see him waitin' on waitin' on Waitin' on the day Got him a chair in '73 It was his only option So many agreed Same chair he has today Since they threw the cane away Manny wasn't doing nothing He just doing his own thing You know it getting pretty cold out By the jub jub swing Oh this friend today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny gonna go where the rabble go He gonna roll down the world And he bring me up Ain't going to see him Giving into the others way Cause they may beat us in search But our fall is unstained You know he says it won't be long Till we are up again Having another swing And many wasn't doing nothing He just doing his own thing Yeah know it gettin' pretty cold But he the one who bring Oh this friend today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak 'cause the bottles not empty 'cause your voices are all there My life will fight in my body for air 'cause the bottle's not empty 'cause your voices are all there My life will fight in my body for air Oh this friend today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny we gonna get that a.m. dial just right I'll hold that hanger up As long as the sox put up a fight |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
Well indeed you lost your friend
On the south side of where you live Heard the call and had to leave Boarded up windows burned out brick Oh please don't you get A little know fact about the place you set It's always an empty plate It's just there so we don't Forget your loss and your history Well indeed you found your friend On the south side of where you live All curled around his knees Was it worse then you fret The punishment you get Hollow points in the concrete Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes Are you more than what you hate Your fear will not fade the lines That paint your face It's a black cab motorcade Black cab motorcade Well this one must be lost At this ungodly time of day A broken curfew has a cost A tidy sum you'll pay Teacher won't you teach your lesson Though the young are hard to break Mr smith and mr wesson And the cost of school these days Well indeed you found your friend On the south side of where you live He was up and walking again And have you heard what's happened since Oh please don't you get Is there any honor outside of revenge Don't let her set another empty place We swear that we won't Forget your loss and your history Forget your cross and your history Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes Are you more than what you hate Well your fear will not fade the lines That paint your face It's a black cab motorcade Black cab motorcade Black cab motorcade |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
Heard of a land held by a troubled hand
Where the whiskey runs the coal Don't you dare go ask the newsman Cause he'll tell you everything He don't know She was the daughter of the second american revolution A tall girl with a stones constitution And when she looked into their eyes to see She know she ain't never going back to what she believe To what you believe So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground In this here londontown So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Got my back to the fire But it ain't the bridges that are falling down They said they would never fight no more After the day she went away What in the world are we all fighting for If we don't give they're going to take So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground In this here londontown So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground But it ain't the bridges that are falling down It's just another It's just a Go and riddle me over Go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Got my back to the fire But it ain't the bridges that are falling down Say that again You say that again Oh what's left to hold in place Say that again Say that again Oh what's left to hold in place Say that again Say that again Oh what's left to hold in place Say that again Say that again Oh what's left to hold in place |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
I did not know but
Someone died in my sleep last night I tried to reach the phone But in the darkness i knocked over the light And can you speak up A semi just jack knifed on the turnpike I'm on a pay phone And it's gettin' to be a cold cold night Cause there's One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the one man in the one man in demand In the man in the hall She was tellin' me not to worry, that it's all in my head Said no ma don't want to go to sleep no not quite yet Cause there seems to be somethin' and i can't put it all to bed Don't wanna go to sleep ma don't wanna go to sleep ma Don't ever never want to go to sleep Cause there's One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the one man in the one man in demand In the man in the Have you not seen the woman that belonged to this one She was overcome thinking about the role of the side you on Have you not seen the woman that belong to this one She was uptight thinking about the role of The side you on side you on side you on side you on What side you on One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all Cause there's One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the one man in the one man in demand In the man in the hall |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
The waitress is sliding down the wall
You can see her chest rise and fall Her mascara runnin' thin And the payphone is swinging against the wall Don't ask her 'bout the call You know she only trying to begin again And the manager is yelling Something about her hair being in her face Customer complainin' But he really has no case And the counterqueens don't even lookup from their magazines But oh and the waitress oh she stares straight ahead Saying something she never said And the waitress has them backing Has them backing against the all til they white in the face She got 'em going now oh them praying But they never know of the role they play And the manager is quiet as she fumbles with the drawer No he said no he said You will never get away with this No she said You will never get away with this Cause today when the door opens The rain slants in There's water all over the floor Busser waves to the meter maid Who don't waive back no more We're all searching for something We'll all find a place to stay Though we may have next to nothing Oh lord we'll find a way |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
Whoa, a little love at Caesar's
Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Hope I get a little snack tonight Hope I get a little smack tonight I'll be starving Standing in the broad day light Just waitin' on the comin' of the night 24-hour diner's almost closed All I need's a cup of Joe 'cause she's so nice She treats me like I tip her from my head to her toes Brings me in my water with her skirt so high I catch a little glimpse in the silverware shine I ain't no thief 'cause that just ain't right But I ain't go no money And I intend to pay for my meal tonight Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa a little love at Caesar's Whoa whoa whoa you know I love to please her Whoa a little love at Caesar's goes so far She's got a tattooed tongue, she loves to abuse You can tell that she's good by the language that she use She says, "Meet you in the bathroom at a quarter to two" Hey, you know what you must do 'Cause the flood gate's open, your hips are getting loose You got a rocket in your pocket 'cause you don't know what to do So go, whoa, she says, "I betcha that I can take all of your soul" You say, "Put your money where your mouth is and let all be told" Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far They got crayons on the place mats Refried beans, don't give me half-and-half Just whip up my cream Gimme some flapjacks and slap on the butter Corned-beef-hash, my mind is in the gutter Heavy with the syrup, heavy with the grease My foots in the stirrup, just do as you please Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
On the one they'll catch ya
If you skirt disaster On the day they told her But she want stay stay On the one they saw ya Witnesses of goya Elected to serve ya Til your dying day I hope you don't get what you're after I hope you don't get what you're after To whom it may concern I'm writing on behalf of brother Twice burned Do you be reachin your time Just a product of your mind But when you continue let loose on the running man You send him crashing to edge of the pavement You're doing something you don't quite understand Makin' like he's a lesser man So be gone be gone to plea You got your vehicle to ride on Off to the comissioner as fast as you can With your smokin' gun in hand In your gunship gunship Gunship politico I hope you don't get what you're after In your gunship gunship Gunship politico I hope you don't get what you're after In your gunship gunship Gunship gunship In your gunship gunship Gunship gunship Six men on their knees Eyes shinin' in the highbeams of the search light Cop's shadows on the wall several stories tall Instilling whoa such a fright One's kicked in the gut He's all cut up by the corner cop One stands in defense in a broken sentence Asks not to be shot If you please You men of authority We do not speak your language see Please act accordingly He was't beggin He was just keepin time with his cup You go on and believe that You keep your eyes staight up I was just lookin I had no intention to touch But i know when i'm not welcome So i thank you very much See a see a See the woman there demonstrate See a see a See them know but they will not say See a see a See them set the trial date See a see a The confidence on the DA's face Watch out for them politicos Watch out for them politicos Watch out for them politicos Watch out for them politicos Don't mess mess with the down downpresser way They got it down pat they got it down to a tee Noone gets thru the lockstep jaw You ain't guilty but you did get caught So for lack of a better suspect we nominate you To ride this one out to see this one thru See a see a see a see a Arms thrown up in an ever fearful protest As the firing squad would ever think to notice As if he could summon the likes of moses To put the blood back in his friends veins And if you one step faster You can skirt disaster But if its not you it'll be the next guy Who's the wrong color at the wrong time Another day's over and the decision still stands His honor in his chambers still washin' his hands You know he been fiddlin in his room all day Just tryin to wash all his conscience away Noone's askin for hangman's tree They just looking for something true to believe See a see a See them know but they will not say He wasn't beggin He was just keepin time with him cup He wasn't beggin He was just keepin time with him cup He wasn't beggin He was just keepin time with him cup You go on and believe that And you keep your ash tray up I was just lookin I had no intention to touch But i know when i'm not welcome So i thank you very much |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
Rushian always rushian
Yeah yeah Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah Anatole do you have to Keep on telling me That this time will pass you And we won't be Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah You set up the roadblock and don't think of kafka And keep on telling me The way you ride them czar's men will never catch you Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah But don't look back It'll only slow you down Don't wanna' know the odds when it's us against the crown And if you hear 'em close behind ya Don't let the coin out shine you Just leave them one by one by one on the ground Cause my sweet czarina I'm sorry my sweet czarina I'm sorry my sweet czarina I'm sorry but you have to step down Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Cccp you'll never get me Cccp you'll never get me Cccp |
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from State Radio - Us Against The Crown (2005)
And there's a quiet in the cellar
And if they find us It'll be all she wrote And by the time the ground had thawed The summer She had barely spoke I feel so I feel so blind to what you're sayin' And if you don't And if you don't know the cost we're paying He came screaming down the river All hopped up on the calvados And whatever he Whatever he's taking Whatever he's making Please don't give me any of those Last time I saw him He was sitting up high in his caravan As if to say If we are anything If I am anything Then this is who I am I feel so I feel so blind to what you're sayin' And if you don't And if you don't know the cost we're paying Wake up the mother I feel like no other word could hurt her more Oh what's another lie Tell us you don't exactly know for sure How it goes With calvados Oh what's another war When it's not your children R-e-e-l-e-c-t c-r-o-o-k d-i-s-t-r-i-c-t a-t-t-o-r-n-e-y |
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from State Radio - Simmer Kane (2007)
Runnin them all away (8x)
And when they stop you see the hand thay carries Brought on by what they refuse to believe And when they stop formidable adversary Their conscience foraged to their greed By virtue of the definition of the heady riser He will move to his position of power To put things he has not seen In a position to his dreams He will not call till he know them true And they come for the leaders but we say we never lead they come for the believers but we say we never believe they come for the healers but we say we never touch no hand And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Dont need no heady riser Dont need no heady riser Riser Dont need no heady riser Runnin us all away(2X) Runnin them all away(6x) And when they stop you see the hand they carries Brought on by what they refuse to believe And when they stop Unformidable adversary Their conscience foraged(formaged) to their greed By virtue of the definition of the heady riser He will move to his position of power To put things he has not seen In a position to his dreams He will not call till he know them true And they come for the leaders but we say we never lead And they come for the sleepers but we say we never dream And they come for the healers but we say we never touch no man(hand) And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Yea theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Dont need no heady riser Dont need no heady riser Riser Dont need no heady riser And they come for us dreamers but we say we never sleep And they come for us tellers but we say we never speak And they come for us stealers but we say never rob no man And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Dont need no heady riser dont need no heady riser riser dont need no heady riser riser dont need no heady riser riser |
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from State Radio - Simmer Kane (2007)
And the waitress is sliding down the wall
Don't ask her why she falls Surely it will happen again And the pay phone is swinging against the wall Don't ask her 'bout the call She's just trying to forget Heyoh, heyoh... And the manager is yelling Something about her hair being in her face Customer complainin' But he really had no case Counter queens looked up from their magazines But she goes and stares straight ahead Today with the door opens The rain slants in There's water all over the floor Busser waves to the Meter maid Who don't wave back no more Heyoh, heyoh... And the waitress Has her back up against the wall You can see her chest rise and fall Surely she'll come again And the pay phone is Swinging 'gainst the wall Don't ask her about the call She's only trying to forget But today with the door wide opens The rain slants in There's water all over the floor Busser waves to the Meter maid Who don't wave back no more Today with the door opens The rain slants in There's water all over the floor Busser waves to the Meter maid Don't wave back no more Heyoh, heyoh... |
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from State Radio - Simmer Kane (2007)
Here in the old country she
Grew up just as they said Trying to make up for what was missing As the land faded to red Here in the old country hair falls coarsely round their necks Having your wits about you Can hurt more than it protects So let the sugar cane ashes Fall to your feet Let it pile up around you 'Till your in it waist deep And when it all changes And the harvest is large Let it pile up to your shoulders that dealt all them scars With every fiber of his muscle He bare down on her back The cane would rip the air of its breath And turned the sun black She fall down to her knees Down so much a whisper please save the child We know now when she dreamed (Refrain) Red moon turns a red horizon What's burning to leave the tongue Here in the old country moon And turns a blood red A warning all those Who dare to forget But burning of cane fires Gives us the winters keep And a barricade of burning tires For those who dared to sleep So let the sugar cane ashes fall to your feet Let them pile up around you till your in it waist deep And when it all changes and the harvest is large Let it pile up to your shoulders that dealt all them scars (Refrain) Red moon turns a red horizon What's burning to leave the tongue Red moon turns a red horizon What's burning now? leader tongue? |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
offed by just the man he used to know
many years be four and twenty and veritgo scarlet billows he breaths a sigh of the relief of a killers and keeps his eyes up ahead so tip your hat to the gentlemen or at least nod your head for only he knows what stands in front of what is medicinal at best 'cause the first one to be shot is the last to know and the garden that grows apart is it's only soul don't ask me to follow suit it's just too late now our god isn't what you preach we stand up you fool yourself but you no fool us first one to be shot is the last to know and the garden the grows apart is it's only soul and the line that you stand before is a line that you alone draw with the world on the killing floor will history not teach us all that your god isn't your god isn't your god is no different |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
There's a UN white and blue
Fell from half mast Now half-covering a red shoe Half-asked, if they were us, What would we do? Mr. Newsman send your wire Let Washington conspire You know the company men wait for you in their lair But a moment is callin' Callin' us all As your one time supporters Hang from media walls And outside the gate Fate is closing in You can turn us down But you can't deny the din From the farmlands to the townships The masses are classless Warcries rise with every hour that passes The trampled voice of the past that's seizing us Go ahead and load the magazine Cause them bullets are treasonous (Quiet!) Your leader is going to speak now Everyone turn off your minds (Quiet!) Your listening to a raid on the state of your Democracy in kind But a moment is calling Calling us all As your one time supporters Hang from media walls And outside the gate Fate is closing in You can turn us down But you can't deny the din From the farmlands to the townships The masses are classless Warcries rise with every hour that passes The trampled voice of the past that's seizing us Go ahead and load the magazine Cause them bullets are treasonous (Quiet!) Your leader is goin' to speak now Everyone turn off your mind (Quiet!) You're listening to a raid on the state of your Democracy in kind (3x) A Democracy in Hey for ya Hey for ya Hey for ya Hey it's another Hey for ya Hey for ya Hey for ya (Quiet!) Your leader is going to speak now Everyone turn off your mind (Quiet!) Your listening to a raid on the state of your Democracy in kind |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
> one gonna heal my body
another gonna heal my pain one gonna settle me down and bring me back up again one gonna put my family back together again one gonna hold my woman another gonna hold my job one gonna help me get up and another gonna help me stop one gonna help me talk right one gonna lay me down to sleep one gonna hold my guts and another gonna hold my bones one gonna keep me warm and another gonna keep me cold one gonna bring religion right from a coalman's stove pne gonna help me keep and another gonna help me take one gonna run me down a hail of bullets in my way but your all gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago one gonna buckle my belt around the ceiling pipe one gonna buckle up my knees and one gonna lock them up tight one gonna hold the pen while you drag my arm across the page one gonna hold my memory another close the door one gonna leave me restless another wantin' more you're gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
Whoa a little love at caesar's
Whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa whoa whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far Hope i get a little snack tonight Hope i get a little smack tonight I'll be starving Standing in the broad day light Just waitin' on the comin' of the night 24-hour diner's almost closed All i need's a cup of joe Cause she's so nice She treats me like i tip her from my head to her toes b Brings me my water with her skirt so high I catch a little glimpse in the silverware shine I ain't a thief Cause that just ain't right But i ain't go no money And i intend to pay for my meal tonight Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa you know I love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa whoa whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far She's got a tattooed tongue She loves to abuse You can tell she's good by the language that she use She says meet you in the bathroom at a quarter to two You know what you must do Cause the flood gate's open Your hips are getting loose You got a rocket in your pocket Cause you don't know what to do So go, whoa she says I betcha that i can take all of your soul You say put your money where your mouth is and let all be told Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa whoa whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far They got crayons on the placemats Refried beans Don't give me half-and-half Just whip up my cream Gimme some flapjacks And slap on the butter Corned-beef-hash My mind is in the gutter Heavy with the syrup Heavy with the grease My foots in the stirrup Just do as you please Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far Whoa a little love at caesar's Whoa whoa whoa you know i love to please her Whoa a little love at caesar's Goes so far |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
Runnin them all away (8x)
And when they stop you see the hand thay carries Brought on by what they refuse to believe And when they stop formidable adversary Their conscience foraged to their greed By virtue of the definition of the heady riser He will move to his position of power To put things he has not seen In a position to his dreams He will not call till he know them true And they come for the leaders but we say we never lead they come for the believers but we say we never believe they come for the healers but we say we never touch no hand And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Dont need no heady riser Dont need no heady riser Riser Dont need no heady riser Runnin us all away(2X) Runnin them all away(6x) And when they stop you see the hand they carries Brought on by what they refuse to believe And when they stop Unformidable adversary Their conscience foraged(formaged) to their greed By virtue of the definition of the heady riser He will move to his position of power To put things he has not seen In a position to his dreams He will not call till he know them true And they come for the leaders but we say we never lead And they come for the sleepers but we say we never dream And they come for the healers but we say we never touch no man(hand) And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Yea theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Dont need no heady riser Dont need no heady riser Riser Dont need no heady riser And they come for us dreamers but we say we never sleep And they come for us tellers but we say we never speak And they come for us stealers but we say never rob no man And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand Dont need no heady riser dont need no heady riser riser dont need no heady riser riser dont need no heady riser riser |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
I work in the kitchen At an old-folks store I do my best But I too am getting old I do the dishes But lately I've been dropping plates Since i get older my hands are starting to shake So Mr. Larkin see I, I've got to hold this job Did you misspeak when you told me she was all but gone Mr. Larkin got me my one weeks pay But don't ask me to leave her, I cant afford that way Ten years ago my wife took sick so I brought her here, my job I quit i started working for the home so I could be by her every day we couldn't afford the cost in any other way Chorus So, so Mr. Larkin see I, I know she know who I am Every now and then she'll, eh, she'll squeeze my hand It's what I live for and it's why she don't die So Mr. Larkin won't you, won't give me this try I walk to work on route 27 I see the same cars pass every day And through all this new england weather You know never once have I been late Chorus I see the argument your making And I understand you've got to do your job And believe me I know she's turning angel But you see this women is all I got Chorus |
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from State Radio - Peace Between Nations (2006)
I did not know but
Someone died in my sleep last night I tried to reach the phone But in the darkness i knocked over the light And can you speak up A semi just jack knifed on the turnpike I'm on a pay phone And it's gettin' to be a cold cold night Cause there's One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the one man in the one man in demand In the man in the hall She was tellin' me not to worry, that it's all in my head Said no ma don't want to go to sleep no not quite yet Cause there seems to be somethin' and i can't put it all to bed Don't wanna go to sleep ma don't wanna go to sleep ma Don't ever never want to go to sleep Cause there's One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the one man in the one man in demand In the man in the Have you not seen the woman that belonged to this one She was overcome thinking about the role of the side you on Have you not seen the woman that belong to this one She was uptight thinking about the role of The side you on side you on side you on side you on What side you on One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all Cause there's One man in the corner one man in the hall One man standin' up sayin' god save us all One man in the one man in the one man in demand In the man in the hall |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
Let me trip the reason of your lecture for a change
Let me tell you how you feel Let me strap you down a put morphine in your veins Let me fuck this bed of steel 'Cause here comes the State Inspector So doctor all the resident records Truth is he really don't care less It's just the function of the politics and business 'Cause here comes the State Inspector So doctor all the resident records Truth is he really don't care less It's just the function of the politics and business Deinstitutionalization Had a wife but left her at the station Now there's women in the stairwells Where their love lives don't fair well Well, they be whoring themselves away in the kitchen Oh the squalor Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever God may do It's no secret that you'll never leave Callin' all the presidents men 'Cause I'm stuck in this room locked in Want you do me a favor and give me ten so I can peek into the hallway again Oh the squalor Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever God may do It's no secret that you'll never leave ... She was the daughter of the second American Revolution A tall girl with a stones constitution |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
Well indeed you lost your friend
On the south side of where you live Heard the call and had to leave Boarded up windows burned out brick Oh please don't you get A little know fact about the place you set It's always an empty plate It's just there so we don't Forget your loss and your history Well indeed you found your friend On the south side of where you live All curled around his knees Was it worse then you fret The punishment you get Hollow points in the concrete Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes Are you more than what you hate Your fear will not fade the lines That paint your face It's a black cab motorcade Black cab motorcade Well this one must be lost At this ungodly time of day A broken curfew has a cost A tidy sum you'll pay Teacher won't you teach your lesson Though the young are hard to break Mr smith and mr wesson And the cost of school these days Well indeed you found your friend On the south side of where you live He was up and walking again And have you heard what's happened since Oh please don't you get Is there any honor outside of revenge Don't let her set another empty place We swear that we won't Forget your loss and your history Forget your cross and your history Have you wailed for the likes of the walls and hunger strikes Are you more than what you hate Well your fear will not fade the lines That paint your face It's a black cab motorcade Black cab motorcade Black cab motorcade |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
The women in the valley forge
They go day to day Don't let them raid my home and My home and place But the men they can't see boyond So they war and war They don't remember What they came here for People to people are so unjust Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well Women in the valley forged her The once home of the brave Don't let them raid me home and My home and place But the men they can't see beyond So they become what they hate They don't see that the moon has just Yeah the moon is just getting its legs People to people are so unjust day Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well People to people are so unjust Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well And you don't even close the barn door After the horses have scattered And no one knows anymore Where all the souls have gathered Though they will keep an eye on what you do And when the people have spoken We won't cry mercy on Mercy on you Cause we will We will be alive just broken People to people are So unjust they say Carry yourself well Carry yourself well People to people are so unjust they say Carry yourself well so Carry yourself well |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
Big Olli Mack came out swinging
Looking for a soul to fry When the dust settled up I said no sir no not I Well it had been four years since he'd been put inside He gonna' make all the men pay And all the women cry Olli Olli all come free Olli Olli all come so guilty Olli Olli state your claim Olli Olli state your name your name Olli Olli all come free Olli Olli don't get me Olli Olli whatcha gonna do Cross your heart and hope to die Hope to God saint Jesus lies When the constable calls your name He slapped him with a rifle And threw him on the stage Fired a shot for every month he'd been put away Bookmaker (Bookmaker) What do you see here It's hatred that keeps them coming second only to fear In the wee hours of the night the bonfire still rage Keep on keeping on and a martyr you will make No talk of the cross Just drugs and bombs and gasoline Gunning each other down both loyal to the queen Olli Olli all come free Olli Olli don't get me Olli Olli whatcha gonna do Cross your heart and hope to die Hope to God saint Jesus lies When the constable calls your name Olli Olli all come free Olli Olli all come so guilty Olli Olli state your claim Olli Olli state your name your name Good Friday don't seem no good no more We don't expect peace from no gun running whore Well Bookmaker tell us what you know The tensions running high This town is gonna blow oh Olli Olli Olli Olli Olli Olli Olli Olli Olli Olli... |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
And there's a quiet in the cellar
And if they find us It'll be all she wrote And by the time the ground had thawed The summer She had barely spoke I feel so I feel so blind to what you're sayin' And if you don't And if you don't know the cost we're paying He came screaming down the river All hopped up on the calvados And whatever he Whatever he's taking Whatever he's making Please don't give me any of those Last time I saw him He was sitting up high in his caravan As if to say If we are anything If I am anything Then this is who I am I feel so I feel so blind to what you're sayin' And if you don't And if you don't know the cost we're paying Wake up the mother I feel like no other word could hurt her more Oh what's another lie Tell us you don't exactly know for sure How it goes With calvados Oh what's another war When it's not your children R-e-e-l-e-c-t c-r-o-o-k d-i-s-t-r-i-c-t a-t-t-o-r-n-e-y |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
....why so many, why so many, why? <i>[x8]</i>
Manny don't need no comforting He don't ask of the world to bring him up Ain't gonna see him waitin' on waitin' on Waitin' on the day Got him a chair in '73 It was his only option So many agreed Same chair he has today Since they threw the cane away Manny wasn't doing nothing He just doing his own thing You know it getting pretty cold out By the jub jub swing Oh this friend today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny gonna go where the rabble go He gonna roll down the world And he bring me up Ain't going to see him Giving into the others way Cause they may beat us in search But our fall is unstained You know he says it won't be long Till we are up again Having another swing And many wasn't doing nothing He just doing his own thing Yeah know it gettin' pretty cold But he the one who bring Oh this friend today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak 'cause the bottles not empty 'cause your voices are all there My life will fight in my body for air 'cause the bottle's not empty 'cause your voices are all there My life will fight in my body for air Oh this friend today Right me up Oh this friend today Right me up I'm not so weak Manny we gonna get that a.m. dial just right I'll hold that hanger up As long as the sox put up a fight |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
Rushian always rushian
Yeah yeah Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah Anatole do you have to Keep on telling me That this time will pass you And we won't be Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah You set up the roadblock and don't think of kafka And keep on telling me The way you ride them czar's men will never catch you Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah Rushian always rushian Yeah yeah But don't look back It'll only slow you down Don't wanna' know the odds when it's us against the crown And if you hear 'em close behind ya Don't let the coin out shine you Just leave them one by one by one on the ground Cause my sweet czarina I'm sorry my sweet czarina I'm sorry my sweet czarina I'm sorry but you have to step down Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Oodalolly oodalolly golly what a day Cccp you'll never get me Cccp you'll never get me Cccp |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
woke him up with a barrel to his head his eyes shut tight bracing for the blow resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hands twenty days in a concrete fallout what life have I to take your own oh my country won't you call out doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones from another land's war torn corners to a prison cell in my own punish me for not taking your orders but don't lock me up for not leaving my home your words just another bloody fallacy a house of cards you painted white you tried to recreate Normandy but you made up a reason to fight and now red oil is spillin' down on the street and your eyes so big for the belly is weak will you not refuse this currency or is blood money just money to you or is blood money just money to you twenty days in a concrete fallout what life have I to take your own oh my country won't you call out doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones from another land's war torn corners to a prison cell in my own punish me for not taking your orders but don't kock me up for not leaving my home camilo camilo leavin' my home camilo |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
Whoa, a little love at Caesar's
Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Hope I get a little snack tonight Hope I get a little smack tonight I'll be starving Standing in the broad day light Just waitin' on the comin' of the night 24-hour diner's almost closed All I need's a cup of Joe 'cause she's so nice She treats me like I tip her from my head to her toes Brings me in my water with her skirt so high I catch a little glimpse in the silverware shine I ain't no thief 'cause that just ain't right But I ain't go no money And I intend to pay for my meal tonight Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa a little love at Caesar's Whoa whoa whoa you know I love to please her Whoa a little love at Caesar's goes so far She's got a tattooed tongue, she loves to abuse You can tell that she's good by the language that she use She says, "Meet you in the bathroom at a quarter to two" Hey, you know what you must do 'Cause the flood gate's open, your hips are getting loose You got a rocket in your pocket 'cause you don't know what to do So go, whoa, she says, "I betcha that I can take all of your soul" You say, "Put your money where your mouth is and let all be told" Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far They got crayons on the place mats Refried beans, don't give me half-and-half Just whip up my cream Gimme some flapjacks and slap on the butter Corned-beef-hash, my mind is in the gutter Heavy with the syrup, heavy with the grease My foots in the stirrup, just do as you please Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far Whoa, a little love at Caesar's Whoa, whoa, whoa, you know I love to please her Whoa, a little love at Caesar's goes so far |
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from State Radio - The Barn Sessions (2007)
Sunshine you caught me sleeping
And I woke to your skies so grey But I lay cold in the power of your keeping So please don't take it all away Sunshine you fell down on me As I was fast asleep And now you woke in the power of your keeping Just proved a second too late Me I'm just calling you over By the power of your own rays And if I had half a mind I'd give you all my time to save Sunshine was I so blind That I could not see your face Wont you lend me half a mind So I can have my time to save Sunshine, you caught me sleeping As I woke to a world so gray But I lay cold in the power of your keeping So please don't take another second away Me I'm just calling you over By the power of your own grace If I had half a mind I'd give you all my time to save Sunshine, was I so blind That I could not see your face And would you give me half of mind I'll give you all my time to save |
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from State Radio - Live At The Sync - Vancouver: Nov. 28, 2005 (Live) (2006)
On this earth not alone we stand
Outstretched arm and upturned hand Never knowing when the shakes steady And 'till now we have seldom seen And I will go if you go with me Understand I will wait for thee I'll try to catch up if you move quickly If the wind does blow And oh sir If you ever lose your way You can call upon this family You can call upon this day And oh ma'am If you ever lose your way You can call up on this family You can call upon this day 'Cause you're my present my future My lesson my teacher Oh, My world is still You're my guard you're my guide In my life I confide To ever shelter your will And my words are forever my blanket my shiver Whatever you give I'll never lack You're my chorus my refrain The verse of my first pain Let the voices come barrelling back 'Cause I can stand to stay right where I am Let the water fill this hand Bring it to your mouth Let it pass beyond your lips No gale can down this ship And I'll stand on your shoulders To watch us grow older I can see us far along the road As the trail grows deeper your my giver my keeper Laughter for years untold 'Cause I can stand to stay right where I am Let the water fill this hand Bring it to your mouth And pass beyond your lips No gale can down this ship And wherever you go there you are And if I go I won't go far Wherever you go There you are And if I go I won't go far And oh sir If you ever lose your way You can call upon this family You can call upon this day |
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from State Radio - Live At The Sync - Vancouver: Nov. 28, 2005 (Live) (2006)
> ""Let me share the reason of your lecture for a change
Let me tell you how you'll feel Let me strap you down and put morphine in your veins Let me share this bed of steel Cause here come the state inspector So doctor all the resident records Truth is he really don't care less It's just a function of the politics and business Oh the squalor, Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever God may do It's no secret that you'll never leave woah. woah...woahh Cause here comes the state inspector So doctor all the resident records Truth is he really don't care less It's just a function of the politics and business Deinstitutionalization Had a wife but left her at the station And there's women in the stair wells When their love lives don't fair well Whoring themselves away in the kitchen But look see that woman gettin all dressed up Putting on her earrings and her makeup And in another world there's a lonely girl Who's wishing she'd never been a grown up Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever God may do It's no secret that you'll never leave Maybe today I won't get the wrong meds, And maybe today I'll get my fourty six cents And maybe today I'll jump that barbed wired fence And leave this place altogether Cause we're calling all the President's men And we'll shove him in his room, locked in Won't you do me a favor and give me ten So I can peek into the hallway again. Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever god may do It's no secret you'll never leave"" |
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from State Radio - Live At The Sync - Vancouver: Nov. 28, 2005 (Live) (2006)
Dear Mr. Omar Bay,
Heard news that you left today. You still countin' all them taxicabs, takin' you back to the time you have left? Do you well remember Vietnam, When you had a mother who loved her son? Did you have to leave us all and go away? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I'd even say it's four too many. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Dear Mr. Omar Bay, I saw your old friend form the war today. He said you went to seek God in a church or to get some warmth, whatever came first. And now your standpipe it stands alone. If where you place your cap is your home, Did you have to leave us all and go away? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I'd even say it's four too many. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty. I'd even say it's four too many. Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet? |
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from State Radio - Live At The Sync - Vancouver: Nov. 28, 2005 (Live) (2006)
woke him up with a barrel to his head his eyes shut tight bracing for the blow resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hands twenty days in a concrete fallout what life have I to take your own oh my country won't you call out doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones from another land's war torn corners to a prison cell in my own punish me for not taking your orders but don't lock me up for not leaving my home your words just another bloody fallacy a house of cards you painted white you tried to recreate Normandy but you made up a reason to fight and now red oil is spillin' down on the street and your eyes so big for the belly is weak will you not refuse this currency or is blood money just money to you or is blood money just money to you twenty days in a concrete fallout what life have I to take your own oh my country won't you call out doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones from another land's war torn corners to a prison cell in my own punish me for not taking your orders but don't kock me up for not leaving my home camilo camilo leavin' my home camilo |
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from State Radio - Live At The Sync - Vancouver: Nov. 28, 2005 (Live) (2006)
Heard of a land held by a troubled hand
Where the whiskey runs the coal Don't you dare go ask the newsman Cause he'll tell you everything He don't know She was the daughter of the second american revolution A tall girl with a stones constitution And when she looked into their eyes to see She know she ain't never going back to what she believe To what you believe So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground In this here londontown So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Got my back to the fire But it ain't the bridges that are falling down They said they would never fight no more After the day she went away What in the world are we all fighting for If we don't give they're going to take So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground In this here londontown So go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground But it ain't the bridges that are falling down It's just another It's just a Go and riddle me over Go and riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Got my back to the fire But it ain't the bridges that are falling down Say that again You say that again Oh what's left to hold in place Say that again Say that again Oh what's left to hold in place Say that again Say that again Oh what's left to hold in place Say that again Say that again Oh what's left to hold in place |
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from State Radio - Live At The Sync - Vancouver: Nov. 28, 2005 (Live) (2006)
I work in the kitchen At an old-folks store I do my best But I too am getting old I do the dishes But lately I've been dropping plates Since i get older my hands are starting to shake So Mr. Larkin see I, I've got to hold this job Did you misspeak when you told me she was all but gone Mr. Larkin got me my one weeks pay But don't ask me to leave her, I cant afford that way Ten years ago my wife took sick so I brought her here, my job I quit i started working for the home so I could be by her every day we couldn't afford the cost in any other way Chorus So, so Mr. Larkin see I, I know she know who I am Every now and then she'll, eh, she'll squeeze my hand It's what I live for and it's why she don't die So Mr. Larkin won't you, won't give me this try I walk to work on route 27 I see the same cars pass every day And through all this new england weather You know never once have I been late Chorus I see the argument your making And I understand you've got to do your job And believe me I know she's turning angel But you see this women is all I got Chorus |
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from State Radio - Flag of The Shiners (2004)
> ""Let me share the reason of your lecture for a change
Let me tell you how you'll feel Let me strap you down and put morphine in your veins Let me share this bed of steel Cause here come the state inspector So doctor all the resident records Truth is he really don't care less It's just a function of the politics and business Oh the squalor, Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever God may do It's no secret that you'll never leave woah. woah...woahh Cause here comes the state inspector So doctor all the resident records Truth is he really don't care less It's just a function of the politics and business Deinstitutionalization Had a wife but left her at the station And there's women in the stair wells When their love lives don't fair well Whoring themselves away in the kitchen But look see that woman gettin all dressed up Putting on her earrings and her makeup And in another world there's a lonely girl Who's wishing she'd never been a grown up Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever God may do It's no secret that you'll never leave Maybe today I won't get the wrong meds, And maybe today I'll get my fourty six cents And maybe today I'll jump that barbed wired fence And leave this place altogether Cause we're calling all the President's men And we'll shove him in his room, locked in Won't you do me a favor and give me ten So I can peek into the hallway again. Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor Let it empty me Welcome to whatever god may do It's no secret you'll never leave"" |
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from State Radio - Flag of The Shiners (2004)
On the one they'll catch ya
If you skirt disaster On the day they told her But she want stay stay On the one they saw ya Witnesses of goya Elected to serve ya Til your dying day I hope you don't get what you're after I hope you don't get what you're after To whom it may concern I'm writing on behalf of brother Twice burned Do you be reachin your time Just a product of your mind But when you continue let loose on the running man You send him crashing to edge of the pavement You're doing something you don't quite understand Makin' like he's a lesser man So be gone be gone to plea You got your vehicle to ride on Off to the comissioner as fast as you can With your smokin' gun in hand In your gunship gunship Gunship politico I hope you don't get what you're after In your gunship gunship Gunship politico I hope you don't get what you're after In your gunship gunship Gunship gunship In your gunship gunship Gunship gunship Six men on their knees Eyes shinin' in the highbeams of the search light Cop's shadows on the wall several stories tall Instilling whoa such a fright One's kicked in the gut He's all cut up by the corner cop One stands in defense in a broken sentence Asks not to be shot If you please You men of authority We do not speak your language see Please act accordingly He was't beggin He was just keepin time with his cup You go on and believe that You keep your eyes staight up I was just lookin I had no intention to touch But i know when i'm not welcome So i thank you very much See a see a See the woman there demonstrate See a see a See them know but they will not say See a see a See them set the trial date See a see a The confidence on the DA's face Watch out for them politicos Watch out for them politicos Watch out for them politicos Watch out for them politicos Don't mess mess with the down downpresser way They got it down pat they got it down to a tee Noone gets thru the lockstep jaw You ain't guilty but you did get caught So for lack of a better suspect we nominate you To ride this one out to see this one thru See a see a see a see a Arms thrown up in an ever fearful protest As the firing squad would ever think to notice As if he could summon the likes of moses To put the blood back in his friends veins And if you one step faster You can skirt disaster But if its not you it'll be the next guy Who's the wrong color at the wrong time Another day's over and the decision still stands His honor in his chambers still washin' his hands You know he been fiddlin in his room all day Just tryin to wash all his conscience away Noone's askin for hangman's tree They just looking for something true to believe See a see a See them know but they will not say He wasn't beggin He was just keepin time with him cup He wasn't beggin He was just keepin time with him cup He wasn't beggin He was just keepin time with him cup You go on and believe that And you keep your ash tray up I was just lookin I had no intention to touch But i know when i'm not welcome So i thank you very much |
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from State Radio - Wicker Plane (2007)
In the park there's a wicker made plane
that crashed down just the other day. The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented and crash landed in the middle of the city. He'd never seen buildings so tall and wondered why they even didn't ever think to lean over and fall, and wondered how he'd manage to navigate through them all like he did. But oh how they seemed to lean over him now, as if to peer down on the broken scene. As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger brought down in the hurricane. He said wherever I am Lord, please you must explain, just hours ago I took off in my wicker plane. Night fell and with it came the rain. Down on the buildings, the pilot the plane. Rain ran down his hair, hangin' so low makin' circles in the puddles where the drops would go. A little boy came along, took him to a tree on top a gentle slope said this tree is a misfit like you and me. On rainy nights like this the bark come off like rope. They bundled up the bark, each took a load. Took it to the high rise where the little one lived. Tossed it down the park with a mighty throw and watched it unroll to the ground round. The pilot ran down, tied the bark to the prop and then promptly left the park to go back to the top. There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof, the boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too. Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain. Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker plane (wicker plane) Now you're in a lovely garden, it's such a lovely garden. Now you're in a lovely garden, it's such a lovely garden. Now you're in a lovely garden, it's such a lovely garden. Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord. Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord. Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain. Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane |
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from State Radio - Wicker Plane (2007)
Never mind the axis
Oh, she know which way to spin And we like corn and molasses And getting' mucked up in the ditch We don't go to bed at night ‘Cause we don't like the way it feels But we ain't afraid of sunlight Oh just don't let it get to low (Refrain) Remember how we tried Just to stay in your good graces While you were washing all our faces Whoa, remember how we lied Just to stay in your good graces While you were watching all your faces Mama don't love her work Oh but she do what the Parson say Just don't tell her oh don't tell her that it is Sunday And we don't go to bed at night, no 'Cause we don't like the way it feels But we ain't afraid of sunlight, no Oh, just don't let it sink to low (Refrain) Remember how we tried Just to stay in your good graces While you were washing all our faces Whoa, remember how we lied Just to stay in your good graces While you were washing all your faces Remember how we lived Remember how we died Remember how we hated watching Ma cry Remember how we saw young Charlie in a fight Remember how he was swinging with all his might Remember where we stood Remember where we stand We were always upset at you for the childhood we missed But you were sleeping with the father so that he wouldn't sleep with us kids No, sorry did not know The pain you was in When you were raising us kids No, sorry I did not know The pain you was in When you were raising us kids Whoa, sorry I did not know The pain you was in When you were raising us kids Whoa, sorry I did not know The pain you was in When you were raising us kids |
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from State Radio - Wicker Plane (2007)
Got some boys who were upset,
They were headed out to India Point Two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said "You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth." One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point Said, "What god's are you to take this, And turn to blood" 'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop Climb down to the cemeteries Where the missionaries line up For the mercy of the military's time Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline 'Cause the prey's huntin' a hunter in his own blind And it won't be the last time We use them eyes to see Them all hanging I believe I can make you whole See them all go back again And I don't think we'll ever know How it goes and why it runs down To the place we often bled 'Cause it's a manifest destiny Like a genocide recipe Telling the knowledge That rests in me to fear my own race Challenge your good And not the thick of your callous Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice Where are my boots And where the hell is my balance The hell, you did Come down from your palace To see us all Reaching up To see us all Reaching up 'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop Climb down to the cemeteries Where the missionaries line up For the mercy of the military's time Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline 'Cause the praised hunter are during his own blind And it won't be the last time We use them eyes to see Them all hanging I believe I can make you whole See them all go back again And I don't think we'll ever know How it goes and why it runs down To the place 'Cause I'm slowly turning in Don't you have to go? Don't you have to go? Don't you have to go, child? Don't you have to go? Take them to your cousins land Where sweet Madeleine has got his hand And she's asking the last man to fall Don't fall When I'm listening Holy water Go ask your friend And may your fever be gone When I'm listing Holy Llama Go ask your end And may your freedom be gone |
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