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#GDSOG
04:33
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They walk a desolate trail searching for home
In a desert full of Dust Devils and God's own
The line in the sand they are dying on
It's on the hands of them God damn son of a guns
The line in the sand they are dying
We are dying on
It's on the hands of them God damn son of a guns
They're trying to erase indigenous ties to the land
Out of mind and sight crushed in the hidden hand
The line in the sand they are dying on
It's on the hands of them God damn son of a guns
The line in the sand they are dying
We are dying on
It's on the hands of them God damn son of a guns
It's on the hands of them God damn son of a guns
They walk a desolate trail searching for home
Know this land we're standing on is covered in blood
It's on the hands of them God damn son of a guns
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Our Mother of infinite sorrows pierced by seven arrows
The rising the falling our hearts revealing
Weighed against the feather of my baby Blackbird
Her broken wing is healing
Life is for redeeming
It's inevitable
The news of no tomorrow
The shattered realm you're seeking
Blinded by Earthly fortune
We were all chosen
Builders of no tomorrow
The shattered path you're seeking
Blinded by Earthly fortune
We were all chosen
Our Mother of infinite sorrows pierced by seven arrows
The news of no tomorrow
The shattered realm you're seeking
Blinded by Earthly fortune
We were all chosen
Builders of no tomorrow
The shattered path you're seeking
Blinded by Earthly fortune
We were all chosen
Our mother of infinite sorrows
Our mother of infinite sorrows
"Hoof Dusk" by Carl Sandburg
The dusk of this box wood
is leather gold, buckskin gold,
and the hoofs of a dusk goat
leave their heel marks on it.
The cover of this wooden box
is a last-of-the-sunset red,
a red with a sandman sand
fixed in evening siftings—
late evening sands are here.
The gold of old clocks,
forgotten in garrets,
hidden out between battles
of long wars and short wars,
the smoldering ember gold
of old clocks found again—
here is the small smoke fadeout
of their slow loitering.
Feel me with your fingers,
measure me in fire and wind:
maybe I am buckskin gold, old clock gold,
late evening sunset sand—
Let go
and loiter
in the smoke fadeout.
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Unsatiated
09:23
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Unsatiated
Forever and always leaving
Seeing closure as weakness
So without a whisper onwards into the quiet
Drinking from a bitter cup
Lead in the water
Unsatiated
Forever and always leaving
The reason faded
Forever and always bleeding
The blur of the wayside
Black holes in our mind's eye
The burning of archetypes
Black holes in our mind's eye
Black holes in our mind's eye
Unsatiated
Forever and always leaving
Under the cover of night sky
Black holes in our mind's eye
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Feral Blues
05:16
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A herd of Wild Horses stampede through Bighorn Canyon
A picture so idyllic
Can you hear the triple echo?
The ghosts on Bad Pass Trail
Let this land live feral
For all who walked before us
For all who will come after
For all who walked before us
For all who will come after
Let this land live feral
Let this land live wild
Let this land live wild
Let this land live feral
Let this land live feral
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5. |
In a Veil of Dark Smoke
05:25
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In a veil of dark smoke when the fire on the mountain broke
When the fire on the mountain broke in a veil of dark smoke
I was over on the Western Slope panning a creek for gold
Panning a creek for gold over on the Western Slope
When the fire on the mountain broke in a veil of dark smoke
I dropped my bag of gold in a crag dark and low
When the fire on the mountain broke in a veil of dark smoke
Climbed down in the hole to grab my bag of gold
And that's where you'll find my bones in that deep and dark hole
When the fire on the mountain broke in a veil dark smoke
One day they'll find my bones
Some lonely wandering soul
Steal my bag of gold take it for their own
Then the curse will be reborn
You know it's time to run when the fire on the mountain breaks
Here come the darker days
Idols will crumble
Toppled by Karma's disciples
We all bare the scars of celestial bombardment
In a veil of dark when the fire on the mountain broke
Tried to steal my bag of gold when the fire on the mountain broke
That's where you'll find our bones clutching the bag of gold
When the fire on the mountain broke in a veil of dark smoke
In a veil of dark smoke when the fire on the mountain broke
Now we're never going home but at least I ain't alone
We got this bag of gold and nothing to spend it on
Idols will crumble
Toppled by Karma's disciples
We all bear the scars of celestial bombardment
Idols will crumble
Toppled by Karma's disciples
We all wear the scars of celestial bombardment
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The Boundary Waters
04:50
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Slip into subconsciousness
Float away on clouds of grey
Peeling back the layers of our troubled minds
The sound of laughter
A tear in time
The nights of quiet
Your love's not mine
Our simple nature is intelligent design
No peace in the country
It's war on our land
No peace in the city
It's war on our minds
The peace of the Mountain
Wanna leave it all behind
The peace when you're holding your hand in mine
No peace in the country
It's war on the land
No peace in the city
It's war on our minds
The peace of the Mountain
Gonna leave it all behind
The peace when you're holding your hand in mine
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Piasa
08:59
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A stray dog with no name wandering the remains of a brokedown palace
Pyramids of the dirt
The Great Thunderbird of the American Bottoms
In the lithographic limestone they quarried her bones to chisel their words of nothing
Obscured by fake clouds
The hawk and the field mouse
The prey is held in talons
Will the circle be unbroken for those with no home waiting?
Humans held in cages
A loving family separated
The circle must be broken for those with no hope waiting
In the warzones we created
It's on our backs to change it
Will the circle be unbroken for those with no home waiting?
Humans held in cages
A loving family separated
The circle must be broken for those with no hope waiting
In the warzones we created
Innocent lives decimated
Will the circle be unbroken?
The breath of life is sacred
Everyone deserves to breathe it
Is this the age of mass extinction?
A stray dog with no name wandering the remains of a brokedown palace
Pyramids of the dirt
The Great Thunderbird of the American Bottoms
In the lithographic limestone they quarried her bones to chisel their words of nothing
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No Secret in the Tomb
06:29
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When your hopes are farflung into the reaches
Well beyond the grasp of empty hands holding nothing
We're all caught in planetary crossfire
Riding on a horse named Deathstar
Going where no soul dare follow
In the valley
In the shadows
The sirens singing a song so haunting
"We're digging down down down through the dirt ceiling"
There was no secret in the tomb
Just a lone wolf crying for the Moon
When your love is long gone
Roadkill in ditches
A circle of vultures
Picking the petrified bones of Mother Nature
Hold the ramparts for fear it comes falling
This mortal coil was all for nothing
Digging in mud for blood diamonds
In the valley
In the shadows
The sirens singing a song so haunting
"We're digging down down down through the dirt ceiling"
There was no secret in the tomb
Just a lone wolf crying for the Moon
There was no secret in the tomb
Just a lone wolf crying for the Moon
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