A dirge of sorts.
Jamie Klanderud and Valerie Schull, strings.
Seth Patrick, vocals and guitar.
David Fuller, recording, mixing, mastering.
|
|
The Iraqistan War
Look at all the weeping trees
Ripping seams to stop the pain
Look at how they watch the fires
Rising higher in the rain
In the rain
Who lit them in the rain?
Look at how the axe-head slid
Children hid—the door was locked
And look at how the roots bleed pitch
And the rich refused to knock
But lit the match instead and
Watched the phoenix die
Who lit them in the rain?
Who watched the phoenix die?
Look at how the lotus grows
In all that knows the filth of others' greed
Cry now my world for peace
Cry now my world for peace
Peace in our times
Dividing lines and cutting trees and
Lighting fires in the rain
In the rain
Who lit them in the rain?
But look at how the oil buys and
Justifies the death of green and
After all the layers thaw
Will dead logs produce more seeds?
But who asks why? What rich man cries
Over less dark mouths to feed?
Yes, who asks why? What rich man cries
Over less dark mouths to feed?
Look at all the weeping trees
Ripping seams to stop the pain
Look at how they watch the fires
Rising higher in the rain
In the rain
Who lit them in the rain?
x |
|
 |
|