and it grew wings, in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine. It was Blood, shining in the Sun; First: Freedom! Speeding the american claim: Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom! China was the tempest; [And
joined the long caravan Hungry dreaming going west Just for work just to get a job And we never got lucky We just forged on And the dust the endless dust
sun With their broken schemes and their lotteries They never get nowhere Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun God's parasites in abandoned sites and
youth enraged And the burning of Atlanta And these viral times And May ribbons streaming And straw-colored curls a-turning A mother's vain delight And
sat there watching the sun I saw it float away and I watched the buildings crumble Like dust in the hand and we watched the sun Spread its wings and fly away And
, led away He put his shoes on and he laid down Outside the clouds were swiftly gathering He drained his cup and his stirred the mixture And he closed
breath and who'll remember oh eternity now as eternal as a sheet of marble eternal as a slab on a green hill and your name and all your fallen brothers
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole
railroad] thunders oh where we shall await the beat of your feet hammering the earth and as the earth resounds where the great ones tremble and your humankind becomes as one and
the colors of their coat or the color of their skin or the name on their shoes and the mother cries "Why they taken my son?" and the father wonders "
the long caravan Hungry, dreaming, going west Just for work, just to get a job And we never got lucky We just forged on, and the dust The endless dust
enraged And the burning of Atlanta And these viral times And may ribbons streaming And the straw colored curls are turning A mother's vain delight And
broken schemes and their lotteries They never get nowhere Haa haa Is it any wonder They're spittin' at the sun? God's parasites in abandoned sites And
put his shoes on and he laid down (Led, led away) Outside the clouds were swiftly gathering (Don't be led away) He drained his cup and his stirred the
breath And who'll remember Oh! Eternity now As eternal as a sheet of marble Eternal as a slab on a green hill And your name and all your fallen brothers
Kansas Holy the groaning saxophone, holy the bop apocalypse (Holy the bop) Apocalypse (Apocalypse) Apocalypse Holy the jazz bands, marijuana Hipsters, peace and junk and dreams Holy the solitudes of skyscrapers and
colors of their coat Or the color of their skin Or the name on their shoes And the mother cries "Why they taken my son?" And the father wonders "Are
thunders Oh, where we shall await The beat of your feet Hammering the earth And as the earth resounds Where the great ones tremble And your humankind becomes as one And
