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Simmer Kane (2004)
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One gonna heal my body another gonna heal my pain
One gonna settle me down then bring me back up again

I’m gonna put my family back together again

One gonna hold my woman another gonna hold my job
One gonna help me get up, another gonna help me stop

One gonna help me talk right, one gonna lay me down to sleep

(Humming)

One gonna hold my thoughts and another gonna hold my bones
One gonna keep me warm and another gonna keep me cold

One gonna bring religon, right from a Coleman stove
One gonna help me keep em’ another gonna help me tame

One gonna run me down (Hell a bullets in my way)

You’re gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago

(humming)

I’m gonna buckle my belt around the ceiling pipe
I’m gonna buckle my knees and I’m gonna lock em’ up tight

I’m gonna hold a pen while you drag my arm across the page

One gonna hold my memories another gonna close the door
One gonna leave me restless another wanting more

You’re gonna keep my soul it was yours to have long ago

(Humming)

. . .


Runnin them all away (8x)

And when they stop
you see the hand thay carries
Brought on by what they refuse to believe
And when they stop
formidable adversary
Their conscience foraged to their greed

By virtue of the definition of the heady riser
He will move to his position of power
To put things he has not seen
In a position to his dreams
He will not call till he know them true

And they come for the leaders but we say we never lead
they come for the believers but we say we never believe
they come for the healers but we say we never touch no hand
And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand

Dont need no heady riser
Dont need no heady riser
Riser……
Dont need no heady riser

Runnin us all away(2X)
Runnin them all away(6x)

And when they stop
you see the hand they carries
Brought on by what they refuse to believe
And when they stop
Unformidable adversary
Their conscience foraged(formaged) to their greed

By virtue of the definition of the heady riser
He will move to his position of power
To put things he has not seen
In a position to his dreams
He will not call till he know them true

And they come for the leaders but we say we never lead
And they come for the sleepers but we say we never dream
And they come for the healers but we say we never touch no man(hand)
And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand
Yea theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand

Dont need no heady riser
Dont need no heady riser
Riser
Dont need no heady riser

And they come for us dreamers but we say we never sleep
And they come for us tellers but we say we never speak
And they come for us stealers but we say never rob no man
And theyll come for us theyll be no one left to stand

Dont need no heady riser
dont need no heady riser
riser
dont need no heady riser
riser
dont need no heady riser
riser

. . .


And the waitress is sliding down the wall
Don't ask her where she falls
Surely it'll happen again
And the pay phone is swinging against the wall
Don't ask her 'bout the call
She's just trying to forget

I oh ee ay
oh oh oh
I oh ee ay
oh oh oh

And the manager was yelling
Something about her hair being in her face
Customer complainin'
But he really had no case
And the counterqueens looked up from their magazines
But she goes and stares staight ahead

Today when the door opens
the rain slants in
There's water all over the floor
Busser waves to the meter maid
Who don't wave back no more

I oh ee ay
Oh oh oh
I oh ee ay
Oh oh oh

And the waitress has her back up against the wall
You can see her chest rise and fall
Surely she'll come again
And the payphone is swinging against the wall
Don't ask her 'bout the call
She's only tring to forget

Well today when the door opens
The rain slants in
There's water all over the floor
Busser waves to the meter maid
Who don't waive back no more

Today when the door opens
The rain slants in
There's water all over the floor
Busser waves to the meter maid
Who don't wave back no more

I oh ee ay
Oh oh oh
I oh ee ay
Oh oh oh

. . .


Here in the old country she
Grew up just as they said
Trying to make up for what was missing
As the land faded to red

Here in the old country hair falls coarsely round their necks
Having your wits about you
Can hurt more than it protects

So let the sugar cane ashes
Fall to your feet
Let it pile up around you
'Till your in it waist deep
And when it all changes
And the harvest is large
Let it pile up to your shoulders that dealt all them scars

With every fiber of his muscle
He bare down on her back
The cane would rip the air of its breath
And turned the sun black
She fall down to her knees
Down so much a whisper please save the child
We know now when she dreamed

(Refrain)
Red moon turns a red horizon
What's burning to leave the tongue

Here in the old country moon
And turns a blood red
A warning all those
Who dare to forget

But burning of cane fires
Gives us the winters keep
And a barricade of burning tires
For those who dared to sleep

So let the sugar cane ashes fall to your feet
Let them pile up around you till your in it waist deep
And when it all changes and the harvest is large
Let it pile up to your shoulders that dealt all them scars

(Refrain)
Red moon turns a red horizon
What's burning to leave the tongue
Red moon turns a red horizon
What's burning now? leader tongue?

. . .


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