Recorded in Dhyani's Mission District apartment, 2004.
lyrics
"CONTINENTAL VEINS"
Will, he had a doo-rag
Will, he had some yellow slacks
He flashed his eyes along the drag
He said, "Gimme some action.
Give me something new."
He was a wild boy.
He jumped from the balcony
He lit out for the Territory
Dreamin' like in Bound for Glory
Cowboys drinkin' all night
Teachers wantin' one more
He said, "Oh-kay, guy."
He said, "Ooh--ooh, girl!"
Those Continental veins
Continental veins
From the Rock to the Lake
To those flood-lit Great Plains
Over and under
The heaps of our pains
He came back to nowhere else to go
Looked out, drunk, on the cars' seas
Neon next to Jesus, tail-lights more than trees
Cried "This is so much worse than it suppos't to be!"
He flew off to some old countries
Death a whistle and whisper in his years
Saw turtles paddle Oceans, houses made of leaves,
Tillers in their fields, and people working free
Those Continental veins
Continental veins
From the Crown to the Hills
To those folk in their fields
Over and under
The heaps of our pains.
'Listen for the music that is there.'--Matt Gonzalez in his Foreword to the book Flares.
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