Тексты песен A Silver Mt. Zion

It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children Will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets in the bellies of babies Sleeping in the strangest

Babylon was built on fire And the bones of useless machines It hurt to breathe You fell away from me Packs of helicopters divide Across a crowded sky What angels did you ride As i staggered at your si

Dear brothers and sisters dear enemies and friends Why are we all so alone here All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy All we need is a little more light, a little less weight, a little

Oh my love, oh my love The very sea has turned against us Our sweet plans and good intentions Tiny hands and proud depressions Tiny twigs on troubled mountains Hunched together in the mist Tiny dreams

They put angels in the electric chair Straight-up angels in the electric chair And no-one knew or no-one cared But burning stars lit up their hair And burning stars lit up their hair And crawled to he

Oh my broken lamb I worry when you cry Baby's gonna fetch ya Horses in the sky Though dead hands ring the garden And these are violent times And violence brings more violence And liars bring more lies

I Built! My! Self! A! Me!tal! Bird! I! Fed! My! Metal! Bird! The! Wings! Of! Other! Me!tal! Birds! And oh, how my baby flew! With heart so high and aim so true! Up to the roof and into the sky, dumb a

This was our stormy ending Water sank our boats Shouldn' t we oh shouldn't we Throw our hopes into the ocean The ocean The warm grey sea Tell me or Kick me or Hold me or Please believe This is their b

We are all the children of light And the children of the day We are not of the night nor of darkness Therefore, let us not sleep as do others Underline it But let us watch We are to be watchmen in th

1. Citizens in their homes Missiles in their holes And citizens in their homes And missiles in their holes... 2. This highway needs rain Across both of its lanes Until all that remains Is this heart

We got desperate Waiting for our cheques to come I got drunk, you got high You would not raise your eyes We got desperate Waiting for our cheques to come I got drunk, you got high You would not raise

Canada oh canada i never been your son You're a genteel rent boy Choking on your tongue And your bankers' vain plazas never nurtured no-one And concrete expanses laying fallow in the sun And your citi

Sisters and brothers, We have surely lost our way. In strip malls full of cancer, And a pathetic rain. And lover, sweet lover Please don't discipline your hands. Just kiss me in the morning, In your d