Lyrics Sixty Acres - Caravels

Sixty Acres

We have everything and we have nothing
Days with the glass edges and the impossible stink of river moss worse than shit
Checker board days with moves and counter moves fagged interests with as much
sad defeats and victory
Slow days like mules humping its slag and sowing its sun glade up a road where
a mad man sits waiting upon blue jeans, netted in
Good days too wine and shouting fighting in alleys fat legged women stripping
around your bowels buried in moans and finding bulls, mother comes creeping
Violets coming out of the ground in order to forgive the dead armies and the
love stops
Buried beneath the floorboards, beneath you and me
Starved for sight, starved to see
Oh, for a hint of light
Still deprived
Oh, for the love of life
It still cries
And the thinking and the tilling, the firing and sirens across
Man with extensive wine says like 68 in the ground to be drilled or shown off
or be walled away from this incompetence