- Highway or the Hangman pt 1
From five kingdoms fled the restless kind, in search of a sovereign peace of mind, fluid synchronicity, nomad’s call no man king, nomad’s call no man king
No stone wall could ever build a home, after a roving seed be sown, migratory transience, family don’t always mean flesh and bone, family transcends flesh and bone
Chorus:
Home is where we rest our heads, Sometimes our home’s a riverbed, Home is where we rest our bones, Tonight our home is a freight train rollin’ on
- Highway or the Hangman pt 2
From the cities they did come, one and then another one, you can spot them from the glimmer in their eye, they are the other’d voice, they are the unknown choice, they are free, they are dream, they are divine
True came from KC where all the train lines meet, Fable couldn’t call one place their home, then came lil’ Sprout, grew up in a small town, fr0m mountain, sea and city did they roam
The city was a blight, clouded day and stole the night, forgot the fable carried in the stones, to release what’s true within and sprout inner vision, dirt worship is carved into our bones
From destruction of the trees, to every poisoned stream, industry of book, matches and page, but our words hold the power to tear down every tower, with a spark they channeled all their RAGE
- Let it Rain
theyll be coming
on a wagon
theyll be coming
on a train
theyll be coming
even though they know they know
that it might rain
- Memorium
everything is a memory
a remembrance of who we used to be
but who are we now
a memory
well it never set never set nobody free
moment fleeting, heavy breathing
streaming serenity flood the mind
shaking vibrations of passion and pain
- Ode to Joshua Slocum
There ain’t nothin’ in this land worthy of my life’s demand, I set my sails leeward
It’s the horizon that I chase forevermore without a place, except the open sea, the ocean will devour me
Whoaaa!
I’ve done all I can do and I’ve said all I can say, I must go on
I’ll waste my days drifting lost upon the waves to be swallowed by the sun
From the tide in which we’re born to the eye of the storm, forever more, forever more