Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
All the pretty little horses
Hmm, and mama loves, daddy loves
Oh they love their little baby
When you wake, you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapple and greys
All the pretty little horses

Casey joins the hollow sound
of silent people walking down
the stairway to the subway
in the shadows down below

following their footsteps
through the neon-darkened corridor
silent desperation
never speaking to a soul

the poison air he is breathing
has the dirty smell of dye
cause it's never seen the sunshine
and it's never felt the rain

but casey minds the arrows

All the sweet mouth really wanted
just fell from her grip
the worst hell you can drag your soul through
is trying to make all the lies stick
you might as well not make an effort
lots of bills lying around unpaid
still i guess some things seem better than
lying in a bed an old child made
she's got her walkman on
she's got chanel number five
look at her walk

Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand
Who has taken you far from my land
Who has said that my sayings were wrong
And who will say that i stayed much too long?
Clothes of sand have covered yor face
Given you meaning but taken my place
So make your way on down to the sea
Something has taken you so far from me

Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies

Down the crooked road a ways
A child's shadow hiding in the briar
Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken
Wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot

Moon, crimson moon
Rose marie's walking down the crooked road a ways
All aglow, her fair white skin
Portrait of beauty, angel to many
Hears the hush crying from the briar

You say you're leaving
Going back home
Where's your family
Where do you come from

Something's missing in your life
You've felt it all along
Retrace your steps
Balance and check
Where it all went wrong

The spirit is broken
The path is overrun
You can't move forward
And now nothing gets done

I hope you find some
In a peace along the way
Whatever it takes I pray you'll make it

Gilbert works alone, late into the night
dangling from a free way overpass
he's welding rebar and sculpting concrete
they're paving in the gap way out west
in off in the distance, the sleepy city shines
he raises his mask to take a look
slip from the perch, still holding onto his torch
i see him falling just like a burning star
out of control
and went drifting way off course

There's no one in this world for me
there's never gonna be
there's no one in this world needs me
there's never gonna be
yet sometimes in my dreams i hear...

sundown
i miss you, sundown
i need you, sundown
come on, come on, come on, come on, back to me
come on, come on, come on, come on, back to me
i need you, sundown
i need you, sundown

there's no hands ever reached for me

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[Something] Attracts immigrants in hard times
The southwest is suffering rapid change
Coal-burning plants multiply and the Four Corners grow dingy
The Grand Canyon is overrun by motorized rafters and transistorites
Our lust for energy dams the rivers
Missile sites, bombing ranges nuclear testing, and mock desert warfare all disturb Lummis' classic southwest.

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Marco's shadow falls on the door
To the seven lost cities of gold
Finds a raven's head and rattler's tail
Dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's
Unwanted here and his ghost lingers for years

Amalia's face hides behind the mask
Sweating on the tv factory line
That smile on her face is starting to crack
While welding back the pieces of shattered heart

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