1. |
The Points
02:52
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These highrails run across our home.
The many workmen still scraping along
with silent ears pressed to their phones.
You have to pay to keep your bones.
Go walk in lines and ordered pairs
with iron matches and electric chairs
through forest fire and golden stair
to find some answer to your prayer.
A young boy keeps his dreams in check
against the flood, the light's rusty gleam.
And, inside his heart and mind may crack.
You have to decide what's real and obscene.
The city and all the people will stare
but they will never see each other look.
Will we regret all we never took?
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2. |
The Forlorn Hope
03:02
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The lowlands speak in tongues.
The children learn to kill.
The fire burns so steady.
There's another body on the hill.
I let myself down. I let myself fall.
"Do not give in. Keep hope within."
The water floods the streets.
The ships still cannot sail.
The captain's dead with defeat.
The clouds are black with hail.
I let myself drown. I cling to the wall.
"Do not give in. Keep hope within."
I let myself and some will drag me up.
I let myself and some will stay above.
I let myself and friends will find me again.
I let myself and family brings me back.
WE will send the water back.
WE will drive this train right off the track.
WE will make this diamond-dark crack.
WE will bring the future back.
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3. |
from Underground
03:52
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Conspiring gods who stand on our heads,
Pigs of princes who ask for more bread,
Bishops that fill you with burning and dread...
You keep your ears close to the earth...
for the lower level lives! YOU ALL TALK BUT NEVER GIVE!
and the underground begins;
for all your overtiming, undermining, kill-denying sins,
know the underground begins.
Wayward saints who need to remember,
Paranoia-wolves who still stick together,
All you gods with some sort of ember...
You turn your heads back and listen!
for the lower level lives! YOU ALL TALK BUT NEVER GIVE!
and the underground begins;
for all you've been overtimed, undermined, and given blame for the sin,
here the underground begins.
Contain your resentment
maintain your will.
By day, we're ascending,
By night, stay still.
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