to them
the bombs drop like rain
a sequence so frequent it calls for refrain
the bombs drop like pain
felt in the heart of your mother who buries her brother
and in the bottom of her arteries
her baby siblings' blood recollects
and she collects memories she will never regret
swimming in the river and singing in the street
they both had led life straight and never strayed
from the will and testament of God
but that didn't stop the bombs
and that's no fault of His
cause these revolutions won't stop
like turning gears in a clock
one will turn the other
but all the noises made doesn't mean that they suffered
because they w
at the tip of my fingers
a drumbeat followed
this pen across a map of the
w o r l d
all art
through
conquest
"don't hesitate", scores of men spoke of
a pause
even brief
brings down
kings
and the lives they lead
they have been here once before
and i
as amateur as could be
led them and their wives to unfortunate end
the movement of flesh and steel
a masterpiece of modern artistry
breathe in this northern wind
like you mean it, like you need it
this is the sea and
i'm
signaling the sirens
look
they are streets
"these hawks sink like dead weight"
no son of mine will be this kind of king
at night the sea turns a special hue
take this story untrue take this story untrue
"i've had my hand in every jar"
"come quietly", she said "these halls are foreign fields"
am I yours or are you mine?
who is the proprietor?
these are stories untrue
these are stories not new
i kind of have my head in here still
at night we come alight
take this story untrue
at night we come alight
these are stories not new
take this story untrue
take this story untrue
lean back and grow old
and watch these green mountains
turn to gold
ever present effervesence
and the best man best known
as that drunk responsible for every exhale from here
to
that funeral parlor
where last rites never seem right
i once heard a wise man say
'we will burn Utica to the ground'
we can long for all the short sighted
half accomplished
never fully finished sentences
but the past tense is said and done
disrupted di st e n s io n
come back down now
boy
there's a sword that needs falling upon
and i was told you were up to task
but colors change, child
nonpermanence is more than so
and becoming stone is easier than standing still
aciculate oxygen floods the respiration system
breathing
the classic hit
nerve endings short like frayed wires
in third world machinery
lo que un acto de fe
the pieces of an orchestra
come together to make something
regardless of their sound;
shape, or size.
the pieces of the human race
run together to make it to a line
and take in the high as a winner will
we make such beautiful music
but i've never seen a violin
take a knife to a cello's throat
in a gentle thread
we tied three together and moved along
like we knew nothing of what transpired
and we conspired to set fire
to the captains quarters
and just like city lights that glow
the armada lit up what we hadn't seen
all the corners of the evening sky
to them
the bombs drop like rain
a sequence so frequent it calls for refrain
the bombs drop like pain
felt in the heart of your mother who buries her brother
and in the bottom of her arteries
her baby siblings' blood recollects
and she collects memories she will never regret
swimming in the river and singing in the street
they both had led life straight and never strayed
from the will and testament of God
but that didn't stop the bombs
and that's no fault of His
cause these revolutions won't stop
like turning gears in a clock
one will turn the other
but all the noises made doesn't mean that they suffered
because they w
at the tip of my fingers
a drumbeat followed
this pen across a map of the
w o r l d
all art
through
conquest
"don't hesitate", scores of men spoke of
a pause
even brief
brings down
kings
and the lives they lead
they have been here once before
and i
as amateur as could be
led them and their wives to unfortunate end
the movement of flesh and steel
a masterpiece of modern artistry
breathe in this northern wind
like you mean it, like you need it
this is the sea and
i'm
signaling the sirens
look
they are streets
"these hawks sink like dead weight"
no son of mine will be this kind of king
at night the sea turns a special hue
take this story untrue take this story untrue
"i've had my hand in every jar"
"come quietly", she said "these halls are foreign fields"
am I yours or are you mine?
who is the proprietor?
these are stories untrue
these are stories not new
i kind of have my head in here still
at night we come alight
take this story untrue
at night we come alight
these are stories not new
take this story untrue
take this story untrue
lean back and grow old
and watch these green mountains
turn to gold
ever present effervesence
and the best man best known
as that drunk responsible for every exhale from here
to
that funeral parlor
where last rites never seem right
i once heard a wise man say
'we will burn Utica to the ground'
we can long for all the short sighted
half accomplished
never fully finished sentences
but the past tense is said and done
disrupted di st e n s io n
come back down now
boy
there's a sword that needs falling upon
and i was told you were up to task
but colors change, child
nonpermanence is more than so
and becoming stone is easier than standing still
aciculate oxygen floods the respiration system
breathing
the classic hit
nerve endings short like frayed wires
in third world machinery
lo que un acto de fe
the pieces of an orchestra
come together to make something
regardless of their sound;
shape, or size.
the pieces of the human race
run together to make it to a line
and take in the high as a winner will
we make such beautiful music
but i've never seen a violin
take a knife to a cello's throat