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Dirt Road Reveries

by Handasyd Williams

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1.
Born Tyrants 04:18
Born Tyrants. Difference is going to be the death of us, Opinion going to run down fences again. Blood spilt forms a river, and evil men hide behind good books. Born tyrants learned it well. Hands that fed a nation. Governments that bore no fruit. The indigenous that felt it, And all the institutions that prove. That born tyrants learn it well. Science for the leftists, religion for the right. Turns out neither one was right. Now I'm leaving with the natives, I'm white skin, but indigenous inside. Born tyrants learned it well.
2.
Blue Mountain. They said it wouldn't get too far out west, They said that we should aim low and leave the rest. But when the sun it sets on the great dividing range it melts, And from a distance, we can see the pain and flaws town protects. Out there the roads are rough, tolls are high. Out there heads are down all the time. But when the sun it sets on the great dividing range it melts. And from a distance, we can see the pain and flaws town protects. For there's a grey cloud hanging around everywhere, I feel it on my skin when I'm there, And all the smoke and mirrors won't deter me. for who's side are you on? Out there the casualties we're told were high, But out there we didn't have time to wonder why. Because when the sun it sets on the great dividing range it melts, And from a distance we can see the pain and flaws town protects. From a distance we can see the pain and flaws life protects, Because when the sun it sets on the great dividing range, It melts.
3.
Doctrine 04:06
Doctrine. Orange and red. Giving way. To blue and green. Moderation giving way to camps and bloodshed. Time and time and time again, We revert back to children. Foreign waste the faceless authority. Love and hate like sisters and brothers. Time and time and time again, We revert back to children. Back again to make more mistakes and history. Orange and red giving way to black on white paper.
4.
Hunter 05:12
Hunter. Journalism lost it's impact two days ago, It's owner is lost, he's fallen. We'll wallow till we all feel the same, And ancients will cross to fear and loathe us. We're all hunted. Ordinary men and women are my heroes, But no one ever told me the shark hunt was destined to fold. we try to capture a single moment, but when it passes they find a way to defame all of this. We're all hunters. Journalism lost it's impact two days ago, It's owner is lost but not forgotten. I'll follow till I taste the grain, And ancients will cross to fear and loathe us. We're all Hunter.
5.
Fringedweller. I'm in a subgroup. I'm on the lunatic fringe. I've an affiliation with minority groups. I'm on the outer. I'm on a true escape binge. I'm on a crusade into dirt road reveries. I'm on my way. I've seen an arm that says forwards ever backwards never. I've an opinion. I've an objection or two, But I haven't a vote to align with what I'm running from. For I want a prelude. I want a set of old rules. I'm on the same wavelength as Lee, Ted, George and John. We're on a road. We've seen an arm that says forwards ever backwards never. I'm on the lunatic fringe. I've an affiliation with minority groups. I'm on my way. I've seen an arm that says forwards ever backwards never. I've an affiliation with minority groups.
6.
Despot Flats 02:52
Despot Flats. With nobody left to filter their words, Bringers of truth are silenced out first. Nothing but notes to purify skin, A vile dimension opens up then.. Demons rise up to the surface, Does enterprise still run the office? At home there's no one to attest this, Beings minus time nor patience. A disfigured worker tries to walk now, Trial and error trying to play god. The next machine will try and build more. The circle breaks and never gives all.
7.
Servant Insurgents. It can't be eaten nor can it fend off the cold. At best it's clothing, at worst a story told. I wanted a policy, I wanted one that works. Wanted to shout at both sides and blaspheme the words. This dirt has soaked my blood, this dry grass my bile. Trade cared nothing for a world that wasn't mine. But who holds the candles in this dry and dusty wind? For I'm looking at roadkill and watching birds sing. A hand that oppresses and liberates the same. A want of belief that's all in a name. Am I to choose a reproach in this seven sided war? Am I to continue breaking all laws.
8.
Cinderbox 04:52
Cinderbox. Over acting within your parenthesis. Over entities and what's in between. For somewhere between bored and comfortable a happy medium lies where we're bored and comfortable and paying for all of it. And I'll sit and weep and not stare at all. She's only illustrating intricacies. I only just remembered how to give. For somewhere between bored and comfortable a happy medium lies where we're bored and comfortable and paying for all of it. And I'll sit and weep and not stare at all. Not stare at all. I'll sit and weep from an open wound.
9.
A Patented Trapping. Speed, I'm cold, inert and pondering company. A keen sense defined by means of spawning, A cold shower all I'll ever seem to be to them. Keys, a bored mouth ready to shoot off. When going limp's all they're afraid of, White powder's all their aura's made of. Am I to have a favourite colour, I'm swearing it was dark red, Battery systems of fed educations a bore. I'm only lacking drive, a small mind that starts to wander, a mean streak offends but that's what it's there for. Who missed out again? an authoritarian, but I'll wait until their backs turned and your not around. Who's falling out again? She's for adrenalin, And I'll wish away our parents till we're all but gone. I'm making up things as I go along. Certain crimes became a turn on. But I'm not half as wide as I'm long. Who's fooling who? Am I to have a favourite colour, I'm swearing it was dark red, Battery systems of fed educations a bore. I'm only lacking drive, a small mind that starts to wander, a mean streak offends but that's what it's there for. Who's not a crier? Who's not a liar? Who's not a fighter? When vilified. When vilified. When vilified. When vilified. When vilified. Cold, inert and pondering company. A keen sense defined by means of spawning, A cold shower all I'll ever seem to be to them.
10.
Me and the Eagle. (Steve Earle*) The eagle looked down on the river below. He wrapped his wings round him and fell like a stone. The big salmon fought but the talons held true, and shuddered as his world turned from silver to blue. I stood there in awe though I've seen it before. I was born in these mountains and I'll die here for sure. I've travelled around, and I've seen city lights, But nothing shines as bright as the big sky at night. Some mornings you'll find me up above the timberline. Lonesome don't feel like much once you're this high. When it's all said and done you usually find, that me and the eagle are from the same line. Now when I was young I took me a wife, but she never took to the high country life. So now I'm alone, I don't really mind, But her name echo's down from the canyon sometimes. Some mornings you'll find me up above the timberline. Lonesome don't feel like much once you're this high. When it's all said and done you usually find, that me and the eagle are from the same line. In my dreams there's a horse that stands eighteen hands high, He's as white as the snow and there's fire in his eyes. He'll bear only me, though others have tried, And together we'll travel across the divide. Some mornings you'll find me up above the timberline. Lonesome don't feel like much once you're this high. When it's all said and done you usually find, that me and the eagle are from the same line.
11.
Even Involve 04:04
Even Involve. Rollover, an onset of humble beginnings. Feeding off a strength that requires a weakness. You over expired a kinship away. I'm tired and I've never seen over a few months. Movements, when did we become exclusive? We over expired a kinship away. Secondary, like trust and anonymity. Open warfare and focus shifts north of casualties. You over expired a kinship away.
12.
Undeserved 05:22
Undeserved. Everyone's through with this, looking for a way out. Those creative settle with a small life, the rest end up inside. Birds of a feather, at the end of our tethers, but sharing all. Undeserved and caged. All that's thrown our way. I could think of bias, flaws or prejudice, Unfair is all he'd say. But we together come together and share it all.

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released May 10, 2014

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