Feast Of Wire lyrics

Alberto hits his brother on the
back of the head, looks to the north
as he starts to get up
his brothers still sleepy
grumbles “it’s not light yet,”
“if you want a new life, what’s
a few minutes wait?”
darkness on the road and over the land
into the laws and out of the hands
from those with so much
and no show of heart
you’d think it’d be crazy
to ask for a small part

The plaza in the village
where mission bells used to ring
is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin
even the swallows have spring
all the blossoms are burried
‘neath the waste
out of the shadows grow hatred
along the corrider crawls fear
crushed by the promise of hope
that never returned
watched with a hawk’s trained eye
trees grow silent fruit
‘neath a suffering sky

Washed my face in the rivers of empire
made my bed from a cardboard crate
down in the city of quartz
no news, no new regrets
tossed a susan b. over my shoulder
and prayed it would rain and rain
submerge the whole western states
call it a last fair deal
with an american seal
and corporate hand shake
take the story of carpenter mike
dropped his tools and his keys and left

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

High atop radio towers
sky darkens in the final hours
marie, wrings her praying hands
don’t see why the spirit won’t understand
while lines are crossed
hope’s broken at the knees
and at a loss
the world’s made of dust
and dust it will return
sniper surveys the scene
angel chorus won’t intervene
takes her child to the river’s edge
and let’s her-go to the depths

Spring is frozen now i’m stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart
can’t find no poison, now i’ve got no cure
(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin
payne county line
watching unjust claims
one man’s righteousness is another man’s
long haul, sentence carried out
long haul, counting the miles
to the four corners of the world

The people will survive
in their environment
the dirt, scarcity, and emptiness
of our south
the injustices of our greed
the practices we merit
the dirt, scarcity and emptiness
of our south
there on the beach
i could see it in her eyes
i only had a corona
five cents deposit

I hear a sound
it’s going through my brain
i hear talk of people
i feel the fallin’ rain

i see a man crying
‘cause the whole world has left him
kids are laughing at the funny faces
of a clown

my mind is like a spring in a clock
it won’t unwind
i can’t see, can’t think, can’t feel
i’m out of time

i’m up, then I’m down now
tell me where is it going to end

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

spirit search, no angels dear
will find us here

If you said let's go
if you said i'm sick of this place
i would listen to you
i wouldn't hesitate
and whether it's for a town
a godforsaken place
it wouldn't bother me
i'd be ready as if
i was waiting
if you said up to now
we've gotten by with the blues
i would agree
i would answer that it's true
every wall, every crack
i am sick and tired of this place
if you said only this

Love the run but not the race
all alone in a silent way
world drifts in and the world’s a stranger
in a light, eclipsed and alienated
in a time, occupied and invaded
can’t tell what’s right, better hit the ground running
in the hills where the tall weed grows
hands are tied and won’t let go
can’t escape this place without leaving the world behind

Si tu disais on y va
si tu disais j'en tellement
marre d'être ici
je t'écouterais crois moi
je n'hésiterais pas
et que ce soit pour une ville
ou pour un bled, un bout de terre
paumé, crois moi
ça n'me défriserait pas
je serais prête comme si j'attendais
si tu disais jusque là
on s'est contenté de rien et ça va un peu
je t'approuverais, crois moi
je répondrais "c'est vrai"

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Jump, scrape, break the switches
coast low wit da bitches
funky pop, drop 'n hop
here come the cops
güero canelo

gangs, guns, knives, thugs
chumps, chops, chill, chug
drink malt, smoke mota
i like you mucho
dame un beso

soma, valium, oxycontin
reds, whites, speed, vicodin
t's, b's, thorazine
screamers, pleasers
güero canelo

freak, tweek, week 2 week

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