- Odetta's War
Sail off, sail into the sun, and let everything that pains be undone
Cast off the fabled leotard, flee the legions of FAKES by the shore
And darkness and hunger are as maddening as the wild-whipping rains,
And they move to the east, and they crawl to the west, they have
No patience for the wind nor its crest.
They said "Cast off, get away from this rock.
I shall live another day and I curse the hell out of this rock.
- Rebel Horns
Oh: listening to Sunday Shoals,
Weed up from the water,
Missionaries fiddle while they baptize the horizon
Chaos if they falter.
Oh, Donna was offended by the cartographic vessels
That mirrored the pain of her daughter
Oh, Holly was dead from the cartographic lead
- Silence but for the Gentle Tinkling of the Flowing Creek
Put your rock and roll hands in the goddamn burning sand. (because we love) two paddles in the water! I (it's unfortunately true) am all washed up, but (I promised my buds) I won't stop drinking until I hit thirteen. Ding Dong! The witch is dead! (the ice in her veins melted) So say goodbye to the rivers (we're hitting the creeks!)
- Sound Travels From The Snow To The Dark
Radio, its in the air, its in the sky, its in the portrait of your bluebone pie. And when you cry, it hears you cry, lullabies and la la la la la la la. It's in your home. The one in Rome. it moves in waves and makes broom sounds from lovely caves. Its in your hand; a lovely band; a friends that's canned, and hears your sobs from where it can.
Radio, it knows your heart and makes a song and sings its static upon your teeth. And in your car, you feel its love. Its all a best friend could ever have. And from the sky and when it snows the waves will fall and fall around your lovely skin. And from your car you drive around; and in the dark you see its blue light turn on and on. Radio sings a bloody lullaby. Radio sing a lovely whoo a whoo a whoo.
Radio, became a skull; a torrid pitch; a night of rot and burning hiss. And when you lie, and miss the sky; and through your roof comes the hidden signal of things gone wrong. So hide in trees and find the breeze and drink your water for la la la la la la la, Cause' Radio sleeps its run by creeps it clickes and beeps it sings the tunes of crooks and cheats.
Radio, it knew your heart. It made a song, and sang its static upon your teeth. And in your car, you felts its love. It's all a best friend could have had. And from the sky and when it snowed, the waves would fall and fall
around your lovely skin. And from your car you drove around and in the dark you saw its blue light turn on and on. Radio sang a bloody lullaby. Radio sang a whoo a whoo a whoo.
- The Fence Feels Its Post
Over the rise and over the posts
lie in the grass away from the posts (so)
wear white collars and confess you're the host and
nobody works for me!
Oh for elation!
Oh for the Russians!
Oh by the fences!
- Time Reveals its Plan At Poisoned Falls
Who's that drugged-up queen?
The nation called, the poisoned scene is back
But where've you been?
Oh baby, wake up
I'll talk for the queen
At Poisoned Falls, the royal scene
I bet they'll hiss like fiends