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Forty years in the wilderness getting to know the beast
Projected and reflected on the greatest and the least
Forty years of days and nights -- angels hovering near
Kept me moving forward though the way was far from clear
And they said
Take up your load
Run south to the road
Turn to the setting sun

From the lying mirror to the movement of stars
Everybody's looking for who they are
Those who know don't have the words to tell
And the ones with the words don't know too well

(CHORUS:)
Could be the famine
Could be the feast

Living in the past
Is not living at all
The old fear going fast
Everybody's scared to fall
Turn with the times
Change your mind

Sullen and profane

There you go
Swimming deeper into mystery
Here I remain
Only seeing where you used to be
Stared at the ceiling
'Til my ears filled up with tears
Never got to know you
Suddenly you're out of here

Under the big lights
shadows stretching long
the ramp is lowered gently to the tarmac
and all of us, we wait
in this sea of gravity
for the precious cargo to appear

Here come the dead boys

Moon of plenty, moon of mischance
Itll be what you want but you cant stop the dance
Try to count the steps and they change while you stare
And the translucent moon floats in waves of blue air
And we cry out for grace to lay truth bare
The dance is the truth and its everywhere
Pas de deux in stark silhouette
pulsing against a clear orange sunset

Cloud pillars clinging like vines to the sky
Don't cry
We'll walk down the meadow with sunrise inside
So dry your eyes
The winds of all kingdoms meet where we stand

The gray forest people cast off their old clothes
Good-bye

Night comes
The mask of the world
Resolves into round bits of silver on the table
Round arrow knocked against the bow
Round fruit devoured by time
While the moon climbs

Sea swells

Rain forest
Mist and mystery
Teeming green
Green brain facing lobotomy
Climate control center for the world
Ancient cord of coexistence
Hacked by parasitic greed head scam
From Sarawak to Amazonas

Here come the helicopter -- second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say
If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay.
I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate
I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate

Go tell the sergeant-major
To get that thing repaired
They're losing their pawns in Asia
There's slaughter in every square
Oh
It's going down slow
Oh
It's going down slow

Distant times in distant lands
Worthless money changing hands
"Changing them to what?," I wonder
As in the dust the jet plane thunders
Carries every feeling into gloom
I miss you like I miss the flowers in bloom

There's a crisis in the outer world

What's been done in the name of Jesus?
What's been done in the name of Buddha?
What's been done in the name of Islam?
What's been done in the name of man?
What's been done in the name of liberation?
And in the name of civilization?
And in the name of race?
And in the name of peace?

I'm sipping Flor De Cana and lime juice, it's 3 A.M.
Blow a fruit fly off the rim of my glass
The radio's playing Superchunk and the friends of Dean Martinez

Midnight it was bike tires whacking the pot holes
Milling humans' shivering energy glow
Fusing the space between them with bar-throb bass and laughter

Little seahorse
Swimming in a primal sea
Heartbeat like a
Leaf quaking in the breeze
I feel magic as coyote
In the middle of the moon-wild night

In the forge-fire time

Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days
Universe Maker
Here's a song in your praise

Wings of the storm cloud
Beginning and end
You make my heart leap

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you're waiting for the sky to fall
And next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste

Step outside, take a look at the stars
Catch a glimpse of the way things are
Making contact, making contact
Making contact, making contact
Smell of sweet fresh oil on skin
When you move on me like the tide coming in
Making contact, making contact
Making contact, making contact

I never live with balance
I always wake up nervous
Light comes at me sideways
I hold my breath forever

I never live with balance
Though I've always liked the notion
I feel that endless hunger

Above the dark town
After the sun's gone down
Two vapour trails cross the sky
Catching the day's last slow goodbye
Black skyline looks rich as velvet
Something is shining
Like gold but better
Rumours of glory

High speed drift on a prairie road
Hot tires sing like a string being bowed
Sudden town rears up then explodes
Fragments resolve into white line code
Whirl on silver wheels

Black earth energy receptor fields
Undulate under a grey cloud shield

I'm going to ask the question
Please answer if you can
Is there anybody's children can tell me
What is the soul of a man?

(CHORUS:)
Won't somebody tell me
Answer if you can

From Tierra del Fuego to Ungava Bay
The history of betrayal continues to today
The spirit of Almighty Voice, the ghost of Anna Mae
Call like thunder from the mountain, you can hear them say "it's a stolen land"
Stolen land

Apartheid in Arizona, slaughter in Brazil
If bullets don't get good PR there's other ways to kill

Crossed the border laughing
Never know what to expect
They wanted to know what church I'm in
And what things I collect
They're trying to plug holes in the hull
While flames eat up the deck
The captain and his crew
Don't seem to get the disconnect

Strikes across the frontier and strikes for higher wage
Planet lurches to the right as ideologies engage
Suddenly it's repression, moratorium on rights
What did they think the politics of panic would invite?
Person in the street shrugs "Security comes first"
But the trouble with normal is it always gets worse
The trouble with normal is it always gets worse
Callous men in business costume speak computerese

Rain rings trash can bells
And what do you know?
My alley becomes a cathedral
Eyes can be archways
To enter or leave by
Vacuums replaced by a crystal
Oh, Jesus, don't let Toronto
Take my song away

Through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu
Dodging crowded humans, cows, dogs, rickshaws
Storefronts constellated pools of blue-white
Bright against darkening walls

The butterfly sparkle in my lasered eye still seems
To hold that last shot of red sun through haze over jumbled roofs
Everything moves like slow fluid in this atmosphere

Rising like light spill from this sleeping town
Like the light in a lover's eyes
Rising from the hearts of the sleepers all around
All those dreamers trying to light the sky

Burning, all night long
Burning, at the gates of dawn
Singing, near and far

Sun's up, uuh huh, looks okay
The world survives into another day
And I'm thinking about eternity
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me

I had another dream about lions at the door
They weren't half as frightening as they were before
But I'm thinking about eternity