Cruel
Cruel, cruel grounds
Leak truths never found
Torturous ways
Whisper from the grave
A slow spun song of distortion
Bitter, bitter mouth
Spitin' out seeds of
doubt
Rituals seek root
Razed before they're
told
Stories break like branches
in the cold
Seasons trial finds man's
mistakes fair game
Careless hand
Lay and law of the land
Falls by the side
Silenced sentient cries
All within the lines
of divine right
Better bury the tracks
in an unclosed case
Weeds of discontent choke
a broken ghost landscape
Cruel, heartless reign
Chasing short term gains
Right down to the warning
signs
Birds refuse to fly
No longer trust the sky
Drifting out beyond the
signals
Even the horizon is gone
Weather flees underground
Future's left to wallow
in fortune's waste
Bisbee Blue
When you can't find the
hours
Days keep on slipping
thru
Avenues under construction
Blocking out your sky
blues
Burried beneath the letters
Bills and the junk in
the mail
Finding the strain to
your heart
From the troubles down
the trail
No sign of your old haunts
here
Gone with the copper
crews
Veins mined in vein remind
you
Choices we choose to
lose
New cities keep on sprawling
Old towns falling too
Raining a river of color
And it's flowing bisbee
blue
Straight to you bisbee
blue
Some say this way's the
only one that's true
Bring me back bisbee
blue
Bring me back
Oh these days, seem dark
Darkest i've seen
Darling you send me thru
the hours
Days keep on sifting
thru
Chipping away to remember
Days with you bisbee
blue
Shining like bisbee blue
Bring me back bisbee
blue
Letter To Bowie Knife
Everyday on my way home
The clouds would break
and the angels
Would sing their refrain
This world's an ungodly
place
Strangled by vines unchaste
So with my shining blade
of steel
I would cut a path wide
Dipped in the ink of
the fight
Written clean through
the night
Mark my words upon the
front page
To set my world straight
It's too late, it's too
late
It's too late, it's too
late
Just like i found it,
my world is split
Right down the spine
Years bled dry now ripe
for a reckoning
My blade's back slash
beckoning
Slice my wounds and i
make the sign one more time
Come on. Come on. Come
home. Come home
Yeah it's too late, it's
too late
It's too late, to refrain...refrain...refrain...
Did those angels ever
sing?
Sliced my world in two
Lucky Dime
Found a dime in the metro
line
Funny to see a familiar
face
Since you left us long
ago
There's never been a
trace of luck to guide me
Hoping to see a sign
Or a lucky dime
Searching as i go
Hoping to see a sign
Or a lucky'
Someone told you long
ago
All you ever needed to
know
No matter how far you
drift alone
I'll always be here around'
Hoping to see a sign
Or a lucky dime
Deep Down
When numbers matter more
than the heart
Your eyes are hollow
and stiffness starts to take control
Capsize the soul, deep
down you know it's evil
You've always known
Be a good example show
your new tricks
And while you're out
there they'll make the pitch
To rally the troops and
make a huge contribution
To help push this through
Deep down you know it's
evil
You've always known it's
evil
The days here are numbered
but your record is clean
Outstretched and waiting
on banks that seem
To flow and flow, a rich
reward to show
Duty carried out in the
field
Deep down you know it's
evil
You've always known it's
evil
You've always known
All Systems Red
Felt a tremor stir beneath
my breath
That forecasts storms
on the gallup poll
Waking up from the nightmare
news
Hoping to read a sign
in the morning air
Nothing changes here
and nothing improves
All say my friends who
just want out
And leave these troubles
behind
Scatter like paper in
the eye of the storm
Documented with a silenced
note
That's only heard from
far away
More cards in play, following
suit
Everywhere you look,
you only see red
Wonder when to call off
the race
Watching a horse running
down its last legs
When you think it couldn't
get much worse
The numbers rise on the
death toll
And the chimes of freedom
flash and fade
Only heard from far,
far away
I hear you can't trust
in your own
Now the grey is broken
in the early morn
And the words forming
barely have a voice
It's just your heart
that's breaking without choice
Everything you hear is
distorted in your head
Bouncing off the walls,
unraveling the thread
Staying up with the blue
screen glow
Forgetting everything
you ever dreamed years ago
When the dread is flowing
down my veins
I want to tear it all
down and build it up again
Hear your heart that's
breaking without choice
I want to hear those
chimes ring again
Ring again |
Calexico
Two Silver Trees Lyrics
There are code breakers
with lines well tapped
Traces sweeping out across
the static night
You are drapped in white
like the blossoms of the tree
Looking down a glass
elevator
At your father signing
the papers for
Two silver trees, two
silver trees
Two worlds in need, two
silver trees
Branches falling down
From sources underground
False identities
Stranded in each single
seed
False sense of warning
no poisoned cup
Just deception crawling
up like a snake
Decay of the blossoms
and roots well hacked
Spoil the hidden waters
dying at the base of
Two silver trees, two
silver trees
Two worlds in need, two
silver trees
Branches falling down
From sources underground
False identities
Stranded in each single
seed
Yours And Mine
Getting late for decision
What's that waiting about
Horses are chomping at
the bit
The gate is nearly busted
down
Moment before the calm
of the storm
And everyone's blood
goes wild
Except yours and mine
How many years has it
taken
Your restless heart growing
old
Horses running off on
their own
And the stable's burnt
to the ground
The longer you wait
Your decision will fade
And wind up wasting this
time
Yours and mine
Panic Open String
anic open string, power
grids blackout
Birds all fly in numbers
down to the ground
Reassure the blades of
green, green grass
Season's still asleep
more or less
Wind is gearing up for
a reckless ride
Leaning accidental on
nature's side
Propeller power fields,
solar panel sides
Lightning bolts connect,
it's with you i will go
I close my eyes and the
seasons pass
Above the cityscape,
the city out of reach
Way beyond our lives,
up into the sky, far below the green
My dreams are all blue,
so is my heart
Light up screens of you,
if you could only see
Time's dreams escape,
late into the night
When the stars align
reminds me of you
Words will lose their
fear
And i will find their
truth
Church bells in the hills
they will ring and ring
Ocean's to the coast
will cling to their host
The sun will split in
two , sink thru an empty sky
It's where we'll go when
we
Leave this place and
die
Roka
Sleeping in the valley,
valley of ill fortune
Waking cross the river,
river of delusion
Full moon lures the waves,
waves of desperation
Empty hearts and mouths
wither away
So close your eyes
Slow your breath
Dream of northern lights
Around this dance of
death
No abandones, no llores,
busca tu rio
No te sientas perdido
Gira, vuelta y vuelta
gira
Danza de la muerte
Que viene a verte
Bailala
Cup your hands to her
parched heart, parched and
Broken heart
No water here to drink
way downstream
One goes where the water
flows and water's running dry
So don't give up no don't
cry, don't cry
Just close our eyes
Pretend we forget
North country dreams
Twist this dance of death
Danza de la muerte
Si viene a verte
Que bailando te encuentre
Bailando, girando
Danza de la muerte
Spin round, spin round,
spin round
Vuelta, vuelta, muerte
Bailala
Smash
Is there anyway i can
fix it
Take out my tools maybe
smash with it
Let me destroy the parts
that annoy
Swallow the words i'm
saving
Fumble the chords i'm
playing
Better just break it
apart
Then where should they
go
But you know i'm just
following suit
It's something i aim
not to do
Can't mock up a model
me and you
Is someone out there
I can trust
With the words that never
seem to fit
No sense looking backwards
Shattered every mirror
in my eye
Scattering the scrapbook
Blueprints on the floor
Always thought things
would snap into place
With a little more ease
and grace
Still a ship sealed in
a bottle
Never reaches the sea
And i stash all of the
reasons
Dash them against the
wall
And i smash your heart
into tiny little pieces
And every time this happens
It gets harder and harder
to build back again
Nom De Plume
Le corbeau s'approche
Atterit sur l'épaule
de celui qui écrit
Reviens lui picorer le
cou
Les veines sortent des
chairs
Le sang se répand
sur la page
Il crie ses dernières
lignes
Et s'endort
Novembre et son manteau
d'hiver
Revers sombres
Chemise blanche comme
la neige
Manchettes noires
Plane sur la ville
S'agrippe aux murs, détruit
les rues
Les lances de cornes
acérées
Plongent dans les yeux
et les coeurs des courtiers
Les enfants s'enfuient
dans les rues des quartiers
Les voitures quittent
la route, avalées par la mer
Les périls de
l'hiver
Les photographes, les
barillets ouverts
La poudre à canon
et les éclairs aveuglants
Étouffés
par les fumées
Les cendres des usines
Livres de comptes déchirés
Semés comme des
miettes pour les sortir
Des tunnels, loin des
murs de la vieille ville
Avant d'être enfouis
sous l'ordure nouvelle.
Le corbeau se fatigue
Les corbeaux se multiplient
Le ciel noircit à
chaque nouveau cadavre
Les champs s'enflamment
L'hystérie les
chasse des villes vers les cavernes
Et les collines assombries
Vers les hauts plateaux
Vers les hauts plateaux
Vers les hauts refuges
Vers les hauts refuges
Vers les hautes plaines
Vers les hautes plaines
Vers les collines
Vers les collines
Vers les hautes terres
Vers les hautes terres |
