Subcontinent

Song of The Lark
(C. Morrison)

Standin’ up to my knees in switchgrass, looking at the bottom of the hill, breadbasket done filled up with hotdog buns, ain’t nobody left around to run the mill.

Them folks just drove away in their fancy car, and they didn’t turn around to look back, but we’ve got a nice big box store, and some satellite TV, ain’t nothin’ around here we lack.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Which came first the prophet or the beggar? Which came first, the oil or the war? I guess it doesn’t matter ’round here anymore.

When I can’t taste the difference between the package and the fruit, I must be eatin’ apples in March, but underneath my wooly hat are headphones on, I’m listen’ to the song of the lark.

Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Which came first the prophet or the beggar? Which came first, the apple or the core? I guess it doesn’t matter ’round here anymore.

Don’t choose the desert to play nine holes, I ain’t never seen my God at the mall, and we’ve got 6 billion brothers and sisters in this world and we’d better take care of ‘em all.

Chip O’ Silicon
(C. Morrison)

I sit on the streetside, we’ve got a lot of damage done. Our hearts are made of plastic, we’re trading our handshakes for guns. I’ll trade my children for a drop of gasoline.

I sit high up in a tree, need a vehicle for bills. Got a colony in my back yard, I’ll kill them if I till. I’ll trade my tractor for a chip of silicon.

I sit on the airplane, fly from Bangalore to home. It’s poorer here than Canjilon, it’s richer here than Rome. I’ll trade my comfort if you shave away my sins.

I sit on the platform, got a ticket in my hand. I’m hoping that I’ll feel at home, get my feet back in the sand. I’ll trade for window if you want to have the aisle.

So Much Brighter
(C. Morrison)

You’ve been looking for something, maybe its me.
Things been looking so much brighter, leave me alone.

I don’t know what to tell you, except maybe for go home.
Things been looking so much brighter, leave me alone.

You’ve been out in the cold for way too long.
Things been looking so much brighter, leave me alone.

Weepin’ Wheels
(C. Morrison)

The tracks, they run on standard time, the weepin’ wheels whine. A car full of baggage is running out of time. Sittin’ on a folding bed, not standing on a dime, a car full of baggage is running out of time.

But then she came and said to me, I think I’ll say goodnight, but praise the lord I held my ground and left without a fight. Prophecies and setting suns, stop them in their tracks. Though it may be self control, it ain’t the goal I lack.

I’ve got a bag full of something and a belly full as well… At least I think I’ve got a belly full, as far as I can tell. The ground is going hungry and the well is going dry, but here even death gets hungry, even death dies.

Well, mother’s got her birthday and David’s lost his mind. I’m sitting here to waste away, I hope you’ve got some time. The tracks they run on standard time, the weepin’ wheels whine, a car full of baggage is running out of time.

The Ballad of Nathan Quinn
(C. Morrison)

Step to the right, get out of the sunlight. This ship will sink itself in the end.
Step to the right, get out of the way, because all you’ve been is in the way today.

I want to tell you how I’ve been – The tired confused and lazy, Nathan Quinn.

Get out of the way, or they’re be hell to pay, fifty tons of tail, comin’ at you. I’m surrounded by, modern day technology but it still won’t say how you feel you about me.

Step to the left, I’m going in, because all you take are pictures every day.
Step to the left, you’re gonna win, and I’d like to call you ‘baby,’ if I may.

Peace of Mind
(C. Morrison)

The leaves are getting greener, I just can’t see where to go, except that one place that I’ve been before. The leaves are getting greener, I just can’t seem to find, except for that one place that I had in mind.

I can’t seem to find any peace of mind.

Ain’t got no money in my pockets and I’ve got a head full of lead. But, at least I’ve got my appetite, just like Mama said. I wish I had a lover or maybe just somewhere to be, but all I’ve got are these city streets to comfort me.

Humble Hen
(C. Morrison)

My thumbnail’s black from the hammer’s swing, but I guess it’s still the same in spite of everything. The stars are out shining like they’ve always been, but I can’t find my way to go home.

William’s shooting gophers with his .22, from across the table I look up at you. Now I can still see the moon, so I know I’m not alone, but I still can’t find my way to go home.

The rains peck the ground like a humble hen, the gods pack on up and move on out again. The sun bakes the garden before it’s grown. Can’t find my way to go home.

William’s shootin’ gophers now, just for fun. If he could he’d trade his love in for another gun. Now I know we ain’t the only two under the moon, I know I’ll find my way back home soon.

Almost Like an Angel
(C. Morrison)

You ain’t got nothin’ to hold over me. You ain’t got nothin’ so just let it be. Put your money where you mouth is and wrap your mouth around the word. I know it seems outrageous, but it’s really just absurd.

I ain’t got no time to spend on you. Because you…

See your mother stand before you, so you open up the door. It’s just like you’ve seen her there at least a hundred times before. You ain’t got no backbone, and you ain’t got no spine. High gloss veneer and unseen eyes, soon will come a time.

Almost like an angel, you’ve got two more wings to go. When heaven calls your number, you’ll be knocking down the door. You ain’t got no halo, and you ain’t dressed in white. When heaven your number, you said you’ve already seen the light.

Tied To The Chestnut Tree
(C. Morrison)

Less than a hundred years ago, I went to see my home.

You were not there, but the sun doesn’t care, she shines on.

Sing, for we scour our lifetimes for something that sounds like a song.

New man in town walking around in a white linen coat, ten thousand yellow butterflies follow in float. New man in town walking around in a white linen hat, ten thousand yellow butterflies, what do you think of that?

The fire ants are eating the white wash walls, Mama’s out back picking oregano. A couple memories are kept of our son that flew west in the fall.

The Jesus III
(C. Morrison)

You ain’t got a hold on me, when I say the other way, I mean to look at me.
Some be jealous and some be fine, when I say to speak your mined I mean to be defined.

Because I am going where I’ve been.

Sit on the floor and think about love, when I say to get high, I mean fly like a dove.

Jesus come down and sit by me, when the weight of the world is too much, you can count on me.

The Earth is Surely Turning
(C. Morrison)

The earth is surely turning, I can feel it as it spins. And its a miracle every time that the night ends. Reeds and weeds and flowers grow, up until the dawn. Life and strife and confused hearts, they will all soon be gone.

I don’t know what love is for, but I can see it in your eyes. The moon blinks twice and bows her head, and then she says goodnight.

I’ve just been driving through the night. My spirits are heavy my eyelids are drooping I wait for the morning light. I’ve just been driving through the night, my spirits are heavy my eyelids are drooping, I wait to see if you’re still on my side.

Lean in a bit closer, could you just give me a light. Because I can barely see tomorrow, but all I need is tonight. Call it back to me, so that I have the order right, horizons stretch like skyscrapers, if I knew how to leave, I just might.

 

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