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Treason
00:49
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2. |
Frames
01:58
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Waving to the cheering crowds on a Friday celebration
Kennedy has come to town; what a momentous occasion!
Guards, commanded to stand down, abdicate in disbelief
Time is frozen in the frames for whoever would entice us
Tape reel tampered, confiscated gospel of the state
Volt of vultures in their lanes, each after his own devices
Firing squad posts, each in their locations, lie in wait
Cover my mouth with my hands, I exhale and close my eyes
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3. |
Run For My Life
01:39
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Heart pounds on a train out of France; I run for my life!
Deep within the government, underneath a covering,
Acting in haste, laying to waste,
They plot to remove the president!
Coming closer just like the footsteps of a judge
Lyndon Johnson, fear the typewriter’s hammers thud
Everything will go to print, for the world to read
Open season on you now, it has been decreed
I flee with a warning of death—I run for his life!
At my post on their behalf, processing the cryptographs,
Treason intent, the big event
Bloody treason, bloody treason!
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4. |
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I want to be with you
Lay your head down on my lap
I want to be with you
When you come in for your nap
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to die with you
If the blast leaves us to perish
I want to be with you
When I am, it's time I cherish
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
I want to be with you
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5. |
Lancer
03:04
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Bring her out for the ceremony
Impatiently scowling he called for her
In her bereavement, to stand up and leave him,
And come to the front
Standing still for the ceremony
With blood on her jacket, and everyone gathered,
The body was taken,
Concealed with the cargo
In the other plane
At night, I dreamt his casket
Made its way into my attic
My fear, my reservation
Not to see the alterations
They held him up and I saw the clay in his head
Molded to an entry wound
Terrified, I know this make me an eyewitness
And I will be a target soon
As the plane moves along its journey
Tension’s relentless, they drink their despair
With a view to uphold the story,
The double speeds past them, for secret repairs
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6. |
Sparrows
02:49
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Part A:
Whether one
Falls from
Age or
Arrow
This is within
His permission
Death of
Sparrows
Burdens lighter
Great provider
He holds
All breath
You are worth
(More than) many birds
He holds
All death
Part B:
All is ever seen through the
Ever-seeing eye
All shall reach its proper end
At its proper time
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7. |
Smoke
02:02
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Pay no mind to the smoke that you smelled by the knoll
Did it travel here against the wind?
We’ve arrested a man, and it’s under control
Will there ever be a voice for him?
I'm just a patsy
I'm just a patsy
I'm just a patsy
I'm just a patsy
Let us offer a guide for the words that you choose
You can tell us anything we want
Are you sure what you saw—are you simply confused?
We can tell you everything that was
I'm just a patsy
I'm just a patsy
I'm just a patsy
I'm just a patsy
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8. |
This Is The President
04:49
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This is the president, Lyndon B. Johnson
How is the accused assassin?
Would you take a message to
The chief operating surgeon?
There’s a man in the room, tell him now what I tell you
To take a deathbed confession
With that the phone went off, the doctor was left
With a lasting impression
For the rest of his life, and when he spoke was criticized
But the switchboard operator remembered
You’re in the news today, sweetheart
With your chin up and your chest out
In the New York Daily News, Caroline and John-John too
All three of you there look wonderful
You look so pretty there, so gorgeous in fact
It is right here on my desk
I got things I’m signing too, but I just called to flirt with you
Jacqueline replied, “How sweet”
Jacqueline replied, “How sweet”
I’ll tell you another thing about these pants I need
With the crotch down where ya nuts hang
It is always too tight, try to make these new ones right
And give me another inch I can let out there
It’s like I’m riding on a fence of wire
And these pants, they always cut me
Just add another inch, starting from where
The zipper ends, out to my bunghole
You ever hear about the man who’s bent down
With his wrists tied to his ankles?
The fellow that captured him, walked into the room
Sized him up and began unzipping
The man said no, mister please, won’t you have mercy on me
He said I’m sorry this just ain’t your day
Boys, that’s just like me today
Not a thing has gone my way
Not a thing has gone my way
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9. |
Secrecy
01:43
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Glance over your shoulder, back and to the left
Over toward the great expanse.
Fixed between a sentence and a swearing in
Serving time and ordinance.
Separating firearms from the caravan,
Separating earth and God.
Gnawing at the prophet who had tried to warn
Waiting with the judgment rod.
Look inside his soul, as creviced as his face
Marvel an expanse so dry.
Darkness and its cravings fill so wide a space
As the open Texas sky.
Look up from the knoll [splitting sky]
The sixth floor window [buried rise]
Before the righteous Judge [good and fair]
Before the righteous One [all laid bare]
They’ve secretly raged
They’ve crowded the graves
To expire the witnesses
And to quiet the whisperings
Those killed for the lies
Recompose and rise
To condemn the guilty men
To a fire that never ends
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