Blackbird Raum - Reveille lyrics

in the valley of the lizards past the broken TV sets a flower grows on top of a hill that’s never trampled yet but the tread of tearing tires and the smoke of leather fires and the buzz of information in the air and in the wires the sleepy old distraction of the glowing screen alone under eyes of all the cameras you’re inclined to stay at home and in a sweating shaking way it covers up my sight and surrounds all with confusion in a greasy kind of light the reveille blows and everybody knows but they still tell you get up and start running where the lily-wild grows right under your nose but I’ll still tell you you better start looking. the old face down decision, deciding to get up or laying down defeated, befriend the chopping block Now I will say it straightly so the message it is clear we are like the silver birds in essence do appear we are like the flightless birds in nature do abound who’ve given up their soaring for security of ground but the world is very long security is short the secret world is falling away, there's nothing left behind the golden horn the piebald one coming in moon coming in moon bullet and spoon the burning gra** after the gla** is covered in cracks the dryest gra** never anymore