The Waves from via by Anthony Savino
Tracklist
| 4. | The Waves | 3:23 |
Lyrics
mammals to market, the marshalls are marching, walls cover the asphalt
and a bedroom floor caves, the money returns to the earth, will it grow in the new year
tickers and tape, every morning parade down the freeway, the blood veins of the state
gasoline weighs a village in worth, but it burns like a book that the man made
peacoats and pockets, poets and prophets, who is caught by a head change
a red roof burned to the ground and the blue of the screen marks window at first hour
rhythm and rock tear the sheets into ribbon, skyscraper bricks line the parkway
who’s to say that a gift was lost, that a choice was made, that the time came
rebels remark that the reasons are wrong, who is someone to sit on the old throne
a new arcade came to town today, marked the money it made, took off with some souls
borders are bolstered, the bulk of the boats turns in circles to backtrack and cover the waves
when this breaks will the market research say you got what you earned, some jobs were saved
hooray
