Альбом Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers

give me hope!
ah, sweet madness!
struggle, volcanoes and iron and sadness!
a dusty place to kiss the ground
an empty place to cry out loud...

and while the rest of us were sleeping
she sent flowers gently creeping
and the waters slowly seeping through

let her burn you!
let her bleach you!
let her lead you so very far away no-one can reach you!
spread out wild and wander
and may everything you poison come back stronger...

and while the rest of us were sleeping
she sent flowers gently creeping
and the waters slowly seeping through
the cracks in the pavement and the cracks in the dam
so now everything we steal away
we know someday she´ll take it back again
so bring on the cracks in the pavement and the cracks in the dam
so now everything we steal away
we know someday she´ll take it back again
and while the rest of us were sleeping
she sent flowers slowly creeping
and the waters gently seeping through...

Liberty!
bring on your greasy wings and your forked tongue
and that crooked lullaby you´ve been singin´
promisin´ me things I ain´t never gonna see
but I´m hard on your heels
you keep a´ runnin from me
Red boy
White boy
Black boy
we all got the same blues

she´s a fever that I can´t break
she´s a sharp chill that I just can´t shake
now I am up on blocks and I am tied to the stake
and I´m dreamin´
but I am still awake

Red boy
White boy
Black boy
ain´t we all got the same blues?..

now damn this dream for tearin´ me in two
for tyin´ me down, settin´ me free and keepin´ me runnin´
the grip of the fears and the skin that keeps us apart
all the tears and the blood in the heart
know we cry and bleed the same

Red boy
White boy
Black boy
ain´t it a shame that we all got the same colorblind blues...

she´s a full moon
she´s a brush fire
c´mon sweet saboteur
cut straight through my wire
Red boy
White boy
Black boy
got the colorblind blues

the sun would shine upon my face
if I could only slow this pace
but I will not see the light today
things to do and bills to pay

in my dreams
I will sleep like a baby

brother is that your rifle there?
and do you know the man
in the middle of the crosshairs?
no I do not know my
enemy´s name
so much easier to kill
him that way
in my dreams
I will sleep like a baby

I will take the long way home
I will take the long way home....

the sap is rising in the trees
and I will fall upon my knees
'cause the songbird tells me as she sings
machines can not make sweeter dreams

in my dreams
I will sleep like a baby

I spun a bottle on the map to tell us which way to go
now we´re hellbound south into Hermosillo
got the ashes of my best friend in a cremation jar on the shotgun seat of the car
got the top chopped off
got the windows down
one last tour through our happy, happy hunting grounds
though we never made a kill, that was never really what we came down here for

so give me a sign, amigo can you tell me
did you go down laughin´ when you finally fell
we had tales to tell and songs to sing
did you get your horns or did they give you wings
either works just as well
ashes of san miguel

well it´s a hundred and one under this fanatical sun
them black-eyed federales drippin' sweat on their machine guns
sayin', "...drive on slow, gringo, you ain´t as savage as you think you
are..."
I bought a box of firecrackers and liquor to go
vamonos, amigo para Bahía Kino
everything´s here I got the pesos and the beer
still ain´t no sign of your ghost

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the desert´s lovely, dark and deep
and I got no more promises left to keep
but why
tell me why
I gotta drain a bottle dry
before I can cry
before I can cry over you

there´s bones on the beach
and there´s ashes in the jar
ghosts in the air laughin' at us fools at the bar
and somewhere inside this river don´t run to the sea no more
life is cheap here and death is rich
and he finally got you, lucky son of a bitch
and if I could do it again
I´d cry aloud at your hospital bed

I´m tired of lickin´ them boots that been-a-kickin´ me!
sick of them sour grapes they keep-a pickin´ me!
Set loose your wings, cut the strings of your puppeteers
Freedom begins, baby, between your ears
Reach for the sky
You do not have to buy what they been advertisin´
Not when you´re mile high and risin!

opened my eyes to the lies that´d been a-trickin´ me!
cut all the horns, pulled the thorns that´d been-stickin´ me!

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If you got the feelin´ what they´re dealin´ got you livin´ under way too low a
ceiling...
cut through your doom and your gloom
c´mon and grab yourself some headroom

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I´m Hell on wheels and women and horses
got me a string of lame nags and a few divorces
I keep my eyes peeled wide to see
the next future ex-Mrs. me...
if I´m a poor, poor devil
I´m a lucky, lucky dog
if I´m a low, low life I´m livin´ high on the hog
got me a jackrabbit grillin´ on a duraflame log
check out my ice chest chillin´ down my homebrewed grog...

well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
cut my teeth on a mason jar
I was kickin´ beer cans before I could crawl
on my first run around the sun I was shootin´ straight and I was walkin´ tall
so when I finally burn down from a torch to a spark
when I finally snuff out and the lights go dark
and I find I´m resigned to admit that my bite ain´t as bad as my bark
no more..
won´tcha bury my heart at the trailer park...

well I know how to set this rambler´s heart to heal
I´ll turn the spice channel on in the fifth wheel
and crack a fresh screwtop bottle of wine
and I´ll be feelin´ no pain in no time...

well I was born in a feedlot, raised in a strip mall
cut my teeth on a mason jar
I was kickin´ beer cans before I could crawl
on my first run around the sun I was shootin´ straight and I was walkin´ tall
I learned to hate from a strip mine, love from a strip bar
honesty and charity I stole 'em from a tip jar
the lust for the dust and the grease n´ grit n´ mud is runnin´ in my blood
so when I finally burn down and the lights go dark
when I finally snuff out from a torch to a spark
and I find I´m resigned to admit that my bite ain´t as bad as my bark
no more...
momma bury my heart at the trailer park!

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as long as the moon shall rise
as long as the rivers flow
as long as the sun shall shine
and the grass will grow
let me listen
I will learn to speak the old language
yes I yearn to bathe in blue skies and fall apart
from the world of machines, regain my feet and my pounding heart

no do not be fooled we don´t need these things
don´t be slaves to the hardtack, sugar or the coffee or the bacon fat
won´t give our hearts away
not for that
not today

won´t trade my pony for the iron rail
no freeway stack for the game trail
spring strong sweet tall green grass grow
buffalo!

I will take my brush from the warpaint, my foot from the warpath
when you understand it is sadness that drives the wrath
trust no more the forked tongues of the great chiefs in Washington

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sticks and stones and runaway roans
this thing from your heart
crawled into my bones

I see blue skies bleeding
colors screaming some invisible thing is the enemy now
and if I knew it´s name I would call it out loud
come out and come clean

won´t trade my pony
for the iron rail
bare-back fresh track
down the game trail
spring strong sweet tall green grass
free wide run wild river flow
clear sky moonrise long ride home
buffalo!
buffalo!
buffalo!

hello!
ain´t you as pretty as a peso
come and slip out of your halo
let it slip and lose your grip a little while
so let go!
come and slide outside your window
loosen up and feel the grass grow, the wind blow,
the moon she´s a-glowin´ and she´s throwin´ down a wicked little smile

don´tcha wanna tip the apple cart over, baby?
don´tcha wanna shoot an arrow at the sky?
the fruit is throbbing on the vine..
so many castles to storm and so little time!

floatin´ downstream
on a river laden up with prayer and doubt and dreams
borne amongst the grit, the silt and salty things
overlooked and too
small to be loved

don´tcha wanna knock
the apple cart over, baby?
oil up your favorite monkeywrench now!
the fruit is throbbing on the vine
so many castles to storm and so little time!
Mary, Mary....
the world is wild and wide outside
enough of castles and of kings
get back to smaller and better things!

at the rat race
baby, I couldn´t even find a parking space
let the Joneses keep the whole damn chase
and their golden treadmills for first place

don´tcha wanna knock the apple cart over, baby?
shoot another flaming arrow at the sky?
the fruit is throbbing on the vine
so many castles to storm and so little time!
Mary, Mary...
the world is wild and wide outside
enough of castles and of kings
down with empire, up with Spring
back to smaller and better things!

Well they shot poor ol´ Lupe Montosa
they gunned him down up at the Bootlegger Spring
they stole his only silver ring
they wrecked all his distillin´ things
and made a widow of his sweet, lil´ wife Rosa

they found an old curandero to bury the mescalero
while his family cried for thirteen nights and days
and when Lupito asked his momma why
his papa had to go and die
she said, "Dios works in the most loco of ways."

and so the padre tried to settle down
the angry mob that´d gathered `round
he said, "Let no more tears flow. let´s let no more blood spill...
people, don´tcha take revenge... in time the Lord will surely avenge
this crime
for Lupe and the untimely death of our still!"

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when they found the men who shot down poor ol´ Lupe
well, their lives were just barely a flicker
you see they´d all lost their minds
each one went permanently blind
from drinkin´ too much of poor Lupe´s good liquor!

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I run a little insurrection that moves in the direction that beauty is
beauty in
spite of
perfection
see the crosses at the roadside
see the thornbush ablaze in bloom
put your feet in the sand, a lukewarm beer in your hand
momma, let down your hair
yes, I´ve chipped a tooth
no need to call home
I don´t have to be anywhere

we can hear the bossa nova
we can sway the night away
the steps to the dance are best left up to chance
better beautiful than perfect, anyway
and while the moon wanes and waxes
death and taxes are lurking out there
Life is grand, Love is real and Beauty is everywhere

And so the clear blue sky
no, she never made a sound
though she was blindfolded, gagged and bound
now see the poppies pushin´ up through the bones on the ground
but the body´s never found

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can you hear the bossa nova?
let us sway the night away...