Hymn to the Dismal Tide
This is not,
a call to arms
but a call to rational thought
a hymn of fellowship
for the wrongfully accused
Beneath the shadows of our humanity
i feel a superior culture
of all races and creeds
The whispering heartbeats
of sovereign creatures
aching for righteous order
in steady syncopation
composing anthems
without the glory of air waves
with no desire to stand amongst the front pages
that renown authors never read.
Oh how this orphanage is ripe to lead!
bountiful in strength
and more than enough hands
to lay the bricks
dream by dream
This is not a call to arms
but a call to rational thought..
A conscience against-
Hollow materialism
that never had a beating heart (x2)
Beyond the horizon
the real thing awaits
You dont' pick the lock--
you smash through the gate!
(Spoken):
I feel the warmth of what could be
like a sun that cannot set
and a love that never ceased
and if this dismal tide engulfs this garden-
sown without a care-
at least we stood for life instead of dying on our knees.
We are the state-
desperate for dialog
We are the state-
thirsting for a new life
(repeat)
We are the state (x8)
From the mountains down to the sea
You've become such a habit with me America
--Waylon Jennings