Happy 4th of July, readers!
there is a road that meets the road
that goes to my house
and how the green grows there
and we've got special boots
to beat the path to my house
and it's careful and it's careful when i'm there
and i say your uncle was a crooked french Canadian
and he was gut-shot runnin' gin
and how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
and how he held 'em
how he held 'em held, 'em in
and the water rolls down the drain, the water rolls down the drain, oh what a lonely thing! in a lonely drain!
july, july, july! never seemed so strange (x2)
this is the story of the road that goes to my house
and what ghosts there do remain
and all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
and the chickens how they rattle chicken chains
and we'll remember this when we are old and ancient
though the specifics might be vague
and i'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta
when in fact it was a nappy blueish gray
and the water rolls down the drain
the blood rolls down the drain
oh what a lonely thing
in a blood red drain
july, july, july! it never seemed so strange (x2)
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We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp on the 4th of July.
We sat out on the hood with a couple of
Warm beers and watched the fireworks explode in the sky.
And there was an exodus of birds from the trees,
'Cause they didn't know we were only pretending.
And the people all looked up, and looked pleased,
And the birds flew around like the whole world was ending.
And I, I don't think war is noble, and I don't like to think love is like war.
But I've got a big hot cherry bomb and I want to slip it through the mail slot of your front door.
Now you can't leave me here, I've got your back now you better have mine.
'Cause you say the coast is clear, but you say that all the time.
"What's the day?" "Whats you doing?"
"How's your food?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me it's behind me, now it's gone
I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks
They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes
And if they are colorblind, they make me feel, that you're only what I see sometimes.
I was driving up from Tampa
When the radiator burst
I was three sheets to the wind
A civilian saw me first
And then there was the cop
And then the children standing on the corner
Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp
And the weather's getting warmer
I was getting out of jail
Heading to the Greyhound
You said you'd hop on one yourself
And meet me on the way down
I was shaking way too hard to think
Dead on my feet about to drop
Went and got the case of vodka from a car
And walked the two miles to the bus stop
Got on the bus half drunk again
The driver glared at me
Met up with you in Inglis
Thumbed a ride to Cedar Key
If we never make it back to California
I want you to know I love you
But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
That's always right there up above you
Hey!
I want to pledge allegiance to the country where I live
I don't want to be ashamed to be American
But opportunity, no, it don't exist
It's the opiate of the populace
We need some harder shit now
The truth is getting around
Each public school is a halfway house
Where huddled masses sober up and up
Enough?
There's not enough to fatten the cows and feed all of us
It's just a rationing of luck
What can't be bought gets raffled off
Oh god, good god
Shed greed on thee
Your shining sea turned a dirty green from the industry
Off the shores of New Jersey
I got a letter from the army, so I think that I'll enlist
No I'm not brave or proud of nothing, I just want to kill something
Too bad that nowadays you just point and click
Swing low satellite, hot white chariot!
In the computer's blue glare, the bombs burst in the air
There was a city once - now nothing is there
Our freedom comes at their expense
Makes sense, doesn't it?
Dollars and cents
They're stretching barbed wire across the picket fence
That is surrounding your housing development
Just in case you lack the confidence
Oh god, my god, give strength to thee
These amber waves, purple majesty
Is nothing but backdrops for Disney
Well, look up close
It is superimposed on a blank blue screen
Yeah, it's fantasy, fucking magical
The dream floats like a chemical through each snapped synapse
Our television past that is beautiful no more, no more
'i am a ninja and a sexy beast'
Posted by: nathan | July 05, 2009 at 12:21 PM