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lyrics
On an autumn misty morning he came awake
he joined his friends back by the trail
it was dusty and the sweet green leaves
were dying, turning orange, red, and yellow
you could almost smell the rain coming in
roasting the breakfast on an open fire
if desires are the building blocks of sorrow
well by god, ellie, I'm this close to doomed
Broken down houses in a bad part of town
ain't nothin' but ourselves keepin us down
layin' on the groomed lawn of some beautiful family
a cop drives by and we realize it's 2 a.m.
In a dusty broken meeting house of matadors
with horns broken off in their chests
still waving red flags at mirages
needing a new way to survive our mess
in downtown races from rags to riches
a farmer wanders in amongst the crowd
why he wonders are there so many lonely
and why when low of self esteem, we act proud
Broken down houses in a bad part of town
ain't nothin but ourselves keepin us down
layin' on the groomed lawn of some beautiful family
a cop drives by and we realize it's 2 a.m.
we're just twisted poets at the gates of the promised land
twisted poets at the gates of the promised land
Jon Wayne is a friend, and an amazing reggae artist in Minneapolis, Mn. Down to earth and with really quality music, a bit of psychedelic in dubstep thrown in. Tim Brown
Extra-riffy guitar rock gets dosed on this psych-tinged release, straight out of Southern California’s still-kicking garage scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016