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Soapbox
02:56
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Soap Box
i’m filled with a ranting
no one wants to hear
so i keep it to myself
how cataclysm’s near
i could scream and holler
but what would be the point
if i told them what i see
i’d empty out the joint
used to crave the soap box
spoke out every day
but lately when i look around
got nothing left to say 2x
it’s an art to listen
to open space inside
but we’re mostly screaming now
itching to collide
each of us a fortress
a cactus spinning wheels
watching murders on tv
prepping for our deals
chorus 2x
i dream of an island
someplace with no one there
sure it might get lonely
but i don’t even care
used to crave the soap box
spoke out every day
but lately when i look around
got nothing left to say 2x
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2. |
Off The Reservation
02:46
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Off The Reservation
i pined through the window
for a freight train headed south
when they tried to call the guard
i smacked him in the mouth
i meant to sleep in memphis
to hear that blues guy sing
but when i went to pay in full
they’d sold off everything
off the reservation
my spirit found its place
buffered by those cottonwoods
i’ve lived with my disgrace
my mother tried to tell me
i always tuned her out
the money vanished long ago
now we just shared the doubt
i went down to see her
before she finally passed
she stared through her one good eye
said here’s the truth at last
chorus
all the mirrors shattered
it was such a perfect storm
i heard my reflection ask
can outlaws still reform
off the reservation
my spirit found its place
buffered by those cottonwoods
i’ve lived with my disgrace 2x
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3. |
The General
02:26
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The General
i am well defended
with a squad of troops in place
and i wear that hockey mask
a dark grin on its face
i believe in violence
the anarchy of greed
no more frigging nanny state
just go grab what you need
they call me the general
i sell the gangs the guns
once i lay the boxes down
i promise we’re the ones
the bishop came to see us
with some hookers in a rolls
he counted out the money first
before he blessed our souls
i still read the comics
and then we bump and grind
only flies and rubble left
the bodies dumped behind
chorus
no one now’s a hero
raised pitiless and cruel
if you’re seeking haven here
my brother you’re a fool
they call me the general
i sell the gangs the guns
once i lay the boxes down
i promise we’re the ones
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4. |
Tango
02:54
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Tango
it was not the amber sunset
led him to rejoice
it was not the perfect passion
in her angel voice
it was not the taste of sugar
led him to give thanks
it was not the scent of money
piled up in the banks
being loves its being
an avalanche of sense
we live in our atom dance
a tango so immense
it was not the hearth and family
it was not the love of crowds
it was not the hint of quiet
gratitude aroused
he was just another creature
ruled like us by sight and sound
subject to the same surprise
when grace flared back around
chorus
it was not the revelation
it was not a magic kiss
there was no apt explanation
for a flash like this
being loves its being
an avalanche of sense
we live in our atom dance
a tango so immense 2x
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5. |
Reunion
04:02
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Reunion
i went there to see them
the ghostly boys of youth
what we had were memories
some heartful kind of truth
it had been a battle
we scrambled for the top
came the day of cap and gown
the savage elbows stopped
now i feel the engine
we hurtle down the track
fading light behind us all
and there’s no going back
we convene like veterans
returning to the site
time has worn some edges off
we laugh into the night
and we recall the crucible
those phantoms bittersweet
brought together one more time
a cycle near complete
chorus
i mourn winged chariots
and who we once had been
time rests undefeated
no way mere flesh can win
where we ran like children
just shadow boys remain
we invoke an ancient world
that we cannot regain
chorus
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6. |
The Regime Of Stuff
03:13
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The Regime Of Stuff
love seems so old fashioned
caring quaint as cash
big box suckers born each day
near castles in the trash
we defile the little orb
to crank out dreams to sell
money chasing margin blips
a high tech kind of hell
we can never have enough
stuck in the regime of stuff
we will never have enough
in shackles to the stuff
now you wonder what went wrong
and blindly you debate
was it tweedle dum or dee
who first unleashed the hate
meanwhile we grow closer
to the breaking down of all
only one thing matters here
as we drop in free fall
chorus
i woke in the garden
such fragrance in the fruit
i had dreamed of plastic seas
and rising piles of loot
we can never have enough
stuck in the regime of stuff
we will never have enough
in shackles to the stuff
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7. |
Can't Happen Here
04:12
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Can’t Happen Here
i walked proud in Abe’s parade
he wore that stovepipe hat i made
he’d just won a second time
sad eyes high above the grime
i ate corn at Wounded Knee
my nieces slept in the teepee
the cavalry no real concern
we still had some things to learn
we agreed no need to fear
we said it can’t happen here
from history we must awake
soon the fragile walls could break
i had breakfast in Berlin
the day that they swore Hitler in
i had business deals to do
the sky a perfect frozen blue
and i cleaned houses in Saigon
one day all the whites were gone
docile peasants can rebel
and rout the kings of buy and sell
chorus
i sold chickens in Baghdad
shock and awe much worse than bad
of course they mostly wanted oil
and testing death stars on our soil
we agreed no need to fear
we said it can’t happen here
from history we must awake
soon the fragile walls could break
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8. |
Compass
03:51
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Compass
i try to outrun the chaos
plaster patches on the night
words that cover up the darkness
then again the babble’s might
i have listened to the chanting
felt the power in 3D
it was not straight lines of logic
something spiral spoke in me
where’s that compass we can trust
coaxing nectar from the dust
spells that seem to bind the fear
conjuring salvation here
much of what they taught was rubbish
not untrue but stripped and small
rigid waltz and geometric
far the quantum swirl of all
mystic just another language
moonbeam signal through the door
keen to sense and feed the current
patterns surging to the fore
chorus
we will never have the answer
shifting paths that walk us home
many ways to peel the cosmos
double blinded and a poem
where’s that compass we can trust
coaxing nectar from the dust
spells that seem to bind the fear
conjuring salvation here
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9. |
Flood
03:24
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Flood
i didn’t know if by ice or by fire
if hate would suffice or unchained desire
meanwhile the waters crept up even higher
the rain kept falling down
up on the roof we prayed they would see
all of us waving with nowhere to flee
i saw the search light just swoop past me
the rain kept falling down
where is old noah
when on comes the flood
drowning the dreamscape
of muscle and blood 2X
i didn’t know what would happen that night
when people get hungry who cares what’s right
law of the jungle maybe just my fright
the rain kept falling down
has it come time when balance bends back
a hydrant in heaven spews out an attack
all my belongings now squeezed in a sack
the rain kept falling down
chorus
the water indifferent so cold as it wrecks
that rough god seeping to claim his effects
right now there’s little our power protects
the rain kept falling down
where is old noah
when on comes the flood
drowning the dreamscape
of muscle and blood 2X
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10. |
Imagining A Rose
02:40
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Imagining A Rose
i can’t talk about it
hey what would be the point
sucked inside an undertow
with heart all out of joint
brothers in denial
for who can stand the facts
raising up the ante here
a swarm of fresh attacks
i pray for redemption
that savior in torn clothes
bathing in the black lagoon
imagining a rose
just stay optimistic
that’s our basic creed
the red stuff came from wardrobe
they just appear to bleed
and no one was indicted
although i crossed a line
penitent eternity
the thorn of his design
chorus
no way i could fall this hard
so many bowed before
drinking up the final dregs
dashed promise by the door
i pray for redemption
that savior in torn clothes
bathing in the black lagoon
imagining a rose
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11. |
Salvation
02:37
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Salvation
violence of salvation
buff angels dressed like thugs
he was naked on the floor
still glossy eyed with drugs
they came here to help him
at least that’s what they said
then they hosed him down so hard
he passed out on the bed
a purgatory for the fool
nailed against our golden rule
he will learn how to amass
tough love gonna save his ass
oh the whiff of power
that his brute salvation gave
we were holy jailers now
and him our pleading slave
once he had been purified
then we could lift his soul
or maybe more importantly
his broken pride our goal
chorus
yes he tried to tell us
the bindings fit too tight
but we were his angel lords
and he passed in the night
i went down to see him
all decked out in the box
finally he’d been exorcised
and rescued from the pox
chorus
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12. |
Midnight
04:04
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Midnight
took the turn to midnight
a spooky quiet road
didn’t choose the harbor
those lights on overload
once you live at midnight
your friends all stay away
why you quit the boardwalk baby
you can’t ever say
it’s a lonely winter
and then a fertile spring
you professed the shadow
and that changed everything
language fails at midnight
so you live there alone
your most loved companions
are faces carved in stone
there’s a dawn at midnight
though only in your mind
hunting through the burnt out shapes
you brace for what you’ll find
chorus
i walked back to midnight
a decade passed or two
then i really wasn’t sure
of anything i knew
it’s a lonely winter
and then a fertile spring
you professed the shadow
and that changed everything
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Kito Peters Santa Fe, New Mexico
Kito Peters has released (like doves!) quite a few CDs, has garnered his share of esoteric radio airplay, and has won a baker's dozen of New Mexico Music Awards, including twice for Best CD of the Year and four times for Best Pop CD. He is a big fan of Harry Bosch, Al Kaline, and Laura Nyro. ... more
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