Lyrics to America
I can feel your hands reach into me.
The breathe & scent of your queer geography
The wild tribes who are guarding your door
The secret sands that have slept on the floor of your sea.
You - would you ever think of me?
Think of me & the shape of my body
the stone walls that i kicked down to be with you
the wild mountain for which i was named.
Your poison i drink like a tonic it strengthens me
The strange fire of your breath on my body
America would you please consider me?
And the southern birds will sing again with me
And the blood that fell will rise again in me
And if i have comrades at all we will meet on the shore
Of the cities & towns that have faln to the floor of the sea
And the ancient hands with fall again on to me.
Year by year on his way to the Southern Sea
Through the river�s bend & the curl of the willow tree
The village the children the dogs even stare at him
Their eyes are like thorns how they rip & tear into him
His blood spills like a pearl & like a seed
Oh- Fisherman! you can lay your hands on me.
Call to me & the shape of my body
The stone walls that i kicked down to be with you
the wild mountains for which I was named.
Your poison I drink- like a tonic it strengthens me.
The strange fire of your breath on my body
Oh, fisherman would you please consider me?
And America will fall like a man onto me
And America will fall like a man onto me
The breathe & scent of your queer geography
The wild tribes who are guarding your door
The secret sands that have slept on the floor of your sea.
You - would you ever think of me?
Think of me & the shape of my body
the stone walls that i kicked down to be with you
the wild mountain for which i was named.
Your poison i drink like a tonic it strengthens me
The strange fire of your breath on my body
America would you please consider me?
And the southern birds will sing again with me
And the blood that fell will rise again in me
And if i have comrades at all we will meet on the shore
Of the cities & towns that have faln to the floor of the sea
And the ancient hands with fall again on to me.
Year by year on his way to the Southern Sea
Through the river�s bend & the curl of the willow tree
The village the children the dogs even stare at him
Their eyes are like thorns how they rip & tear into him
His blood spills like a pearl & like a seed
Oh- Fisherman! you can lay your hands on me.
Call to me & the shape of my body
The stone walls that i kicked down to be with you
the wild mountains for which I was named.
Your poison I drink- like a tonic it strengthens me.
The strange fire of your breath on my body
Oh, fisherman would you please consider me?
And America will fall like a man onto me
And America will fall like a man onto me
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