Lyrics BlindBlindBlind - Silver Mt. Zion

BlindBlindBlind

The dust and the mess of our mornings,
promise that we’ll never quit --
So drunk, though our hands surely woven
Entire fleets of staggering ships…
Now our ships line the floors of the ocean,
and the ocean’s breach on the ridge,
and the terrified dreams of our wanderings
that once lit our way are now hid…
We want punks in the palace --
'cause punks got the loveliest dreams
and our gang is liquored and lovely,
and smart and sweet and lean,
and burn with a curious flame
that spits and kicks and shines
and trumpets the labor of waking and trying…
There ain’t none — sometimes there is —
banged and bitter — but cling to it —
power’s the province of miserable pricks
there ain’t none but sometimes there is…
Policemen in parallel lines = blind!
blind!
blind!
The broken bones of quivering pines
while empty waters rise.
May the light of our striving still shine!
Blind!
Blind!
Blind!
May the light of our striving still shine!
May the light of our striving still shine!
Love the horse or leave the horse,
Love the horse or leave the horse,
Lover oh lover oh lover oh lover…
(god damn you lover)
Some!
Hearts!
Are!
True!
Some!
Hearts!
Are!
True!
Ahoy!
Ye bland plump boys —
Go tear wings for vainful gain =
our homemade s like forest fires,
hiss 'neath golden rain
and slip the leash and the chain,
and slip the leash and the chain --
'cause some hearts are true
but some hearts aren’t hardly true
but some hearts are true…