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State Radio Album


Year of the Crow (09/25/2007)
09/25/2007
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Sybil II (hidden track)
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Hear you sold your friend,
Got a good price at the local store.
You know he could've turned you in,
Could have been you on the concrete floor.
Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news,
They got 'em looked up in the castroland,
Redefining abuse in shades of grey.

Torture advocate.
Got his dick up in a chicken hawk.
Life is what he'll get,
War president is a criminal.

Still the years they go by,
No charge of trial date.
You're accused of whatever you confess to
Until then you won't see the light of day.

There must be another way.
There must be another way.

The weathervanes are charging down the hill,
In some quixotic Calvary,
And the war machine is shaking in its sleep
And the homesick ghost of the Geronimo,
I fear is taking all the absinthe,
There must be another way.
Since Geneva's nearly drowned,
Since the tinsmith was gagged and bound,
Since the rich boys got away,
Two shovels and a skull of the widower brave.

Another indefinite detention,
Another tradition saved,
All hail the line of crooked white chiefs,
Whose father stole the bones from an Indian grave.

There must be another way.
There must be another way.
There must be another

Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo.
Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo.
Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo.
Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo




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Come all the unfortunates,
Come on with your throwaway youth.
They say it's written for you,
No matter what you do.

'Cause you see something happened up in robin hood hills,
The devil had his way.
But the locals say they're on to something,
They say they know his name.

Did you happen to see the paper today,
And see what them troubled boys had done?
Another unidentified youth,
Mistaken for something he'd never done.

Come all the unfortunates,
Come on with your ghetto youth.
There's talk on the police radio,
Any suspect will do.

'Cause there was an on-scene deputy,
And he had it in for the West Memphis Three.
Got them for murder of the first degree,
But the crowd wanted more.

Did you happen to see the paper today,
And see what them troubled boys had done?
Another unidentified youth,
Mistaken for something he'd never done.

So get goin', get gone.
So get goin', it's time to move on.

So get up get going, see what them troubled boys have seen.
'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be.

So get up get going, see what them troubled boys have seen.
'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be.

'Cause the future is all-knowing, but get too close and too close you'll be




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On a brig loaded with timber headed for the north Maine coast,
They took on some rough seas.
The captain and his slave fought back the heavy waves,
But they were threatening to break her up so badly.

See two days before they left the outer banks,
And made good time up to Boston.
But just north of Essex the sky grew dark,
He missed his mark he was making,
And life can change so fast.

The captain had seen many a day,
When the winds blew and the waters raged.
But it was just a part of the life he made for himself,
Running the coast of New England.

The ship heaved and cracked,
Threw the men on their backs as the water came rushing in.
The captain fought hard yet.
He yelled above the splintering wreck, I have done you wrong son.
I should be forsaken for what I have done.

But Ben reached a timber to stay afloat.
He grabbed the captain's braided coat.
He swam him to the nearest shore.
Dragged him up 'til he couldn't pull no more,
And left him breathin', yeah left him breathin' dry.

The captain said in all my days,
I have never seen anybody save the very person who kept him enslaved.
God dam it Ben, you should have your freedom
For what you have done.

And I should be forsaken for what I have done.

Somewhere off the Maine coast,
At the mouth of the New Meadows River there's an island,
Where a marooned man lived out his life quietly under tied and sky.
Never forgetting when the sea rose up so high.

The captain said in all my days,
I have never seen anybody save the very person who kept him enslaved.
God dam it Ben, you should have your freedom
For what you have done




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Ma ma mama don't look now,
There's red bus coming up along.
I might recommend that when the protests are over,
You will not expect to be so well.
When the capital is crowded with effigies,
And they might do you in if you don't know your country.

Don't you ever let us down C.I.A.
I know you'll never let us down C.I.A.,
As you sit on the crowd and keep them workin',
And say again.

Ma ma mama don't you see?
'Cause it's just one of them lonely days,
When we say how we fear that the last fence has fallen.
You will not expect to be so welcome to life of a foreign national,
Where are the Americans
Now that they fractured your country?

Don't you ever let us down C.I.A.
I know you'll never let us down C.I.A.,
As you sit and call in sick your empire needs protecting.

Since they fractured your country?

Don't you ever let us down C.I.A.
I know you'll never let us down C.I.A.,
As you sit and call in sick your empire needs protecting.
Your empire needs protecting.
Your empire needs




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It was a rough night,
Turned into years in an unknown land.
Jut a grudge fight,
Cooked up by the D.C. suits on hand.
We had a hard time,
But we tried to understand.
These born-again, gunpoint libertines.

Then they sold us down the face of the might river,
Sold turpentine for tea.
Hold me now it's the evil liberator,
And he's coming with a gang of thieves.

In the firelight,
Of the torched out refineries.
He sat upright,
The poster boy for the I.M.C.
A poor man fights and dies for what a rich man only believes,
Sure as a blind man does note see the floor.

Then they sold us down the face of the might river,
Sold turpentine for tea.
Hold me now it's the evil liberator,
And he's coming with a gang of thieves.

And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium.
It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from.
'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons.
We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline.

You know you'll have it coming if you say there is nothing to see.

In the desert night,
They listened for the baying of the hounds.
But it wasn't quite right,
No sign of the weather underground.
And they were keepin' a sharp eye,
But they never saw what they had found.
At last it was only you and me.

Well then they sold us down the face of the might river,
Sold turpentine for tea.
Hold me now it's the evil liberator,
And he's coming with a gang of thieves.

And they say no battleship too big for the war emporium.
It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from.
'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons.
We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline. Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

No battleship too big for the war emporium.
It's give it all you got son and go back to where you're from.
'Cause we're hiding in the wings, we're the super neocons.
We got bombs and they got barrels of gasoline.

You know you'll have it coming if you say that there is nothing to see




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On behalf of the resistance, and all of our existence
As the wanted man, the conquered man.

We no not of your borders,
But you push us to your corners.
This is not your land,
This isn't anybody's land.
Some will live and some will last,
Some will cry out for the past.
But my oh my,
The answers are falling fast.
I will give if this pain won't last.

So from where the sun now stands,
I will fight no more forever.
How you choose to meet your fate,
For I will fight no more forever.

Government agent arrivals, pale chief and his disciples.
They crooked tongues, the acid lungs.

We know not of your borders,
But the world is getting colder.
This is not your land,
This isn't anybody's land.
Some will live and some will last,
Some will bleed like Looking Glass.
But my oh my,
The answers are falling fast.
I will give if this pain won't last.

So from where the sun now stands,
I will fight no more forever.
How you choose to meet your fate,
For I will fight no more forever.

From where the sun now stands,
I will fight no more forever.
How you choose to meet your fate,
For I will fight no more forever.

And the sun will set sad and sick,
Break these chains I don't want them no more.
And the sun will set sad and sick,
Break these chains I don't want them no more.
Break these chains I don't want them no more.
Break these, break these chains.
Said he died of a broken heart.
Said he died of a broken heart.
Died of a broken heart. Broken heart




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My father was a haystack man, always said son go find what you can.
Said the guns get jammed up in the sand, don't let them try to fool you.

I said but daddy we ain't fightin' the Cong no more.
He said you're going over there to lose the very same war.
I said nothin' you can do is gonna make me stay,
Gotta let others have their glory day.

But you know the whole town's getting' together in Leeland's barn.
Everyone's getting' their nice shoes on.
Girls are all cuttin' up their confirmation dresses.
Streets will be empty tomorrow as the whole town confesses.

It's a barn storming yeah,
Gonna leave my bed tomorrow.
It's gonna be a barn stormin' yeah,
Won't hold a head of sorrow.
'Cause it's a lovely heartbreak, a lovely heartbreak.

Now Ginny she was up to no good,
As up to no good as she could sometimes be.
I used to lie awake at night,
Just thinkin' about her being up to no good with me.
But tonight she said just like the flower to the bees,
I'm gonna give you a little somethin' before you go overseas.
All I could do was stammer,
Yes, yes please look in the other direction.

It's a barn storming yeah,
Gonna leave my bed tomorrow.
It's gonna be a barn stormin' yeah,
Won't hold a head of sorrow.
'Cause it's a lovely heartbreak, a lovely heartbreak.

'Cause I never been laid and so it goes,
Never danced before so stoned.
It was the first time I didn't want to go,
Now I wish I could take it all back again.

She spit in my hand,
Said boy I'm gonna make you a man.
It was all I could do to stand and ask the levy to hold.

It's a barn storming yeah,
Gonna leave my bed tomorrow.
It's gonna be a barn stormin' yeah,
Won't hold a head of sorrow.
'Cause it's a lovely heartbreak, a lovely heartbreak




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Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo.
Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area. A it's ok.
In the city she said he cut a cord of wood,
No bigger than thimble but still plenty good. A it's ok.

'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies.
On account of the world economy that's makin' us sick.
Go get the man who said he's on to me,
He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks.
But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down,
You'd never know it in this town.
The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you.

Catch as Casius never become the killing machine.
Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out.
So devout to the saint that lost his seat he never seen,
Semi-automatic rosary out devout.

'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies.
In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit.
I'll watch your economy,
I'll tell you when the police have it fixed.
Paris is burnin' down,
You'd never know it in this town.
The governor's walkin' around like he's got tricks for you.

So take a minute to laugh it over,
We'll make sure it's all true,
Just like she said,
Behind the barn last December eve.

Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner coming home from the union hall,
He saw the fall. A it's ok.
JP Sousa found a radio, a radio.
Sousa found a place to go,
A radio in his head that said.

It's just a bump on a rash of robberies,
An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' this day.
In a world too sad for sodomy
We're just sitting in the kitchen with our stray.
But Paris is burnin' down,
Governors are walkin' around,
We'll make sure that they do right by you.

So you think you might go to Beatrice,
Even though the letter was never found.
Maybe it will come tomorrow noon.
She is askin' her fallen saint to
Please return her straitlaced fighter
Who don't know who she is, he don't know who she is.
Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss,
Have you softly gone to winter?
Here I've brought you your two two dollar bills back.
But I'm not waiting for sweet Eliza.
She can have her water colors back,
I found them on last December eve.
You look strangely quite so familiar,
The way you talk of suppertime but I don't know who she is,
Don't know who she is.
And you, you bring this beloved stranger.
At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed,
She gave me a needlepoint motorbike.

So go and take this to sweet Eliza,
It was written and gently given to
The courier pending arrival soon.
Could you hold me just one more older
Then I'll go as your fallen fighter
Waiting at the door, can't see you any more?

Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia,
In a letter sent to December,
I will wait for you to just humble me home




. . .



Dear Mr. Omar Bay,
Heard news that you left today.
You still countin' all them taxicabs, takin' you back to the time you have left?
Do you well remember Vietnam,
When you had a mother who loved her son?
Did you have to leave us all and go away?

Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?
Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty.
I'd even say it's four too many.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?

Dear Mr. Omar Bay,
I saw your old friend form the war today.
He said you went to seek God in a church or to get some warmth, whatever came first.
And now your standpipe it stands alone.
If where you place your cap is your home,
Did you have to leave us all and go away?

Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?
Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty.
I'd even say it's four too many.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?

Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?

Omar Bay, I think I'm fallin' to pieces.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?
Five winters, five winters in New York is plenty.
I'd even say it's four too many.
Won't you help a good man get up and back on his feet?




. . .



As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold.
And so she took us down to the water's edge.
Said if we are not, careful with what we do,
We will reach a final end.

She gave him everything,
But he held her down and he tore her coat.
I shouldn't have loved you,
I shouldn't have loved you.

As with gladness men of old did the shining world believe.
And so took them down some bread.
But when he up and threw away the seed,
You could see her look away and sadly shake her head.

She gave him everything,
But he held her down and he tore her coat.
I shouldn't have loved you,
I shouldn't have loved you.

We want for the blood of the earth
To cure up the vine, but we roll it aside,
We roll it aside, we roll it aside, we roll it aside.

She gave him everything,
But he held her down and he tore her coat.
I shouldn't have loved you,
I shouldn't have loved you.

She gave him everything,
But he held her down and he tore her coat.
I shouldn't have loved you,
I shouldn't have loved you




. . .



In the park there's a wicker made plane
that crashed down just the other day.
The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented
and crash landed in the middle of the city.
He'd never seen buildings so tall
and wondered why they even didn't ever think to lean over and fall,
and wondered how he'd manage to navigate through them all like he did.

But oh how they seemed to lean over him now,
as if to peer down on the broken scene.
As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger
brought down in the hurricane.

He said wherever I am Lord,
please you must explain,
just hours ago I took off in my wicker plane.

Night fell and with it came the rain.
Down on the buildings, the pilot the plane.
Rain ran down his hair, hangin' so low
makin' circles in the puddles where the drops would go.

A little boy came along,
took him to a tree on top a gentle slope
said this tree is a misfit like you and me.
On rainy nights like this the bark come off like rope.
They bundled up the bark, each took a load.
Took it to the high rise where the little one lived.
Tossed it down the park with a mighty throw
and watched it unroll to the ground round.
The pilot ran down, tied the bark to the prop
and then promptly left the park to go back to the top.
There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof,
the boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too.

Where ever I am Lord,
please you must explain.
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker plane (wicker plane)

Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden.
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden.
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden.

Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord.
Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord.

Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain.
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane




. . .



Downwind there is a comin',
A rumble in the sand.
Sets our feet to running,
For the fear of the faceless man.
For the fear of the faceless man.

But if I had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall,
Then I would put an end to it all.
And if I had wheat to burn,
And if I had a lot to learn,
Then it still would not matter what color you were.
And if I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd wish the weapons all turn to sand.
I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands,
Fall down to their sides.

Downwind they come up lonely,
All hungry for the kill.
The horses do the pounding,
But it's a blood that's going to spill.
It's a dark blood that's going to spill.

But if I had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall,
Then it wouldn't matter what color you were.
And if I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd see the weapons all turn to sand.
I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands,
Fall down to their sides.

If I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd have the weapons all leave Sudan.
I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands,
Down by the riverside.

Ghost town in my homeland,
I will come back again.
And if you make a ghost of me,
I will still be free.
Ghost town in my homeland,
I will come back again.
If you make a ghost out of me,
I will still be free.

If I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd see the weapons all leave this land.
I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands,
Fall down to their sides.

If I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd see the weapons all leave Sudan.
I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands,
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside




. . .



Did you get the invitation?
The swan song of a nation,
Everyone's waiting for you inside.
We got soda pop and hickory stills.
Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles,
And Sally makin' you feel all right.

The baroness and her bayonets,
The mad hatter hedging bets,
Against the good judgment of the swinging king.
It's the fall of the American empire,
But don't you worry honey you didn't miss a thing.

Juiced up dignitaries getting' loose like Thelonious did,
We got our own sanctimonious kid,
And he can suck the diamond off a diamond ring.
Just send in the farmers in the National Guard,
We'll be in the war room gettin' hard,
Just wear your dress blues you know you look so damn dashing.
Don't be shy, Sally won't bite you,
'Cause she got her pants on fire,
And she got a rabbit baby calling your name.

Fall of the American empire,
It should've been all right,
Should've, should've.
But me, I'm just working a sound bite,
Just rolling my smokes tight.
You know they said it was all right, all right, all right.

'Cause Lucy's in the nude,
With nothing left to lose,
Except them thigh-high kiss the sky American boots.

Sally got dirty with a senator's son,
You know the one from Massachusetts,
She was pleased to come his advances,
For he was a man of wealth and taste.
But she got so cut up by the man who would not stop.
Thought all she needed was love,
But it was like nothing she thought,
And when Lucy came to get her,
In the corner she lay.

It's the fall of the American empire,
It should've been all right,
Should've, should've.
But me, I'm just working a sound bite,
Just rolling my smokes tight.
You know they said it was all right, all right, all right, all right, all right.
Where you going Mr. Holy?
All right, all right, all right
Say where you going Mr. Holy?

Lucy girl I found your diamonds,
They shine like sirens,
Singing from the shoals of buzzard's bay.
It's worse than we know,
How I wish it wasn't so,
That all tomorrow's parties have gone away.

Fall (all in for the fall) of the American empire,
They said you would never go away.
Fall (all in for the fall) of the American empire,
Lucy girl can't you just stay?




. . .


I'll go to pieces if you left me a niece
You can't crucify higher than hell
Well ashes to ashes and making the passes
The potent side of the curb
But I came here covered in soot
From the canopy that breaks on the core made of wood
And as you beholden to me, well I fall
When you wait on the morrow and your legs stay in the burrow
She belies the tallest set of deaths
I can't let you mean it and say you don't need it
'Cause we get lost in the city well
It's not just how you fight when the windows are bright
It's just me all cold soaked in love
It's a lesson incurred that's barely heard
The devil will never mess this vein

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