So they tore up the orchard and planted a house
From the seeds of the industry
For to build a community.
It’s a crust for the mudpie
That no one wants to eat
Anymore and anyway…

That new crop, it don’t need much tending.
Just a few boards and nails for the mending
In the structure and the frame
And the foundation.

All the spaces they throw away in between
The blood red doors and the rotting beams,
Where we hung the bodies, souls and minds
Of forgotten generations

And anything else that reminds,
Suspended in space and in time.

Their faces remain in rarefied light,
Where the dying rays of day
once made halos soft and lazy.
There’s still life in the dirt
if you can get around the root
of the tree of the knowledge of
what makes a man labor for labor’s sake.
when he ain’t even in on the take.
when there’s more at stake than a snake in a coil,
toothless, vilified and spoiled.
Like a memory so easily spoiled
In its structure  and the frame
And the foundation.

So gather up your axes,
Forget about paying your taxes,
And hack your way to the root of the industry.

If you’re seeking out a sound,
Bend your ear down low to the ground
Where you might find a little clue in the rumbling of what is to come.

You can take this lying down,
You can hole up in your town,
Where you can take some time out for yourself

When it’s just you and all of us.
And, honey, if you can’t trust us,
Who can you trust?
Oh, well now your hi-fi stereo
Is gonna tell you where to go,
But how you gonna get there without us?

If you’re seeking out a chord,
And you’re still living by that sword,
Son, you’re gonna find a little fear in the rumbling of what is to come.

You can keep your hope set toward
The right hand of your old landlord,
Or you can take some country for yourself,

Where it’s just you and all of us.
And honey, if you can’t trust us,
Who can you trust?
Oh, well now your hi-fi stereo
Is gonna tell you where to go,
But how you gonna get there without us?

Cuz we’re everywhere.
No, there ain’t nowhere
That we aren’t there.
Oh you know we’re everywhere…
If you’re finding yourself lost
And all of your records have been tossed,
I know you’re gonna find a little cue in the rumbling of what is to come.

You can keep your heart from frost.
You might minimize your cost
By taking a little time our in the country for yourself,

Where it’s just you and all of us.
And honey, if you can’t trust us,
Who can you trust?
Oh, well now your hi-fi stereo
Is gonna tell you where to go,
But how you gonna get there without us?

Who gave this monkey such motivation
To climb down his tree and up the back of me?
Who’s keeping his currency in circulation
When it used to be free to take a little peek
At what your liquid is floating?
Find out where your get-up is going to.
But for now it’s just a blind grind, and he calls the tune…

You spend a lot of time keeping your shit clean
When it’s a dirty hand that feeds.
Watch your mouth!

Oh holy night of divination
In the jungle of love…a little push, a little shove.
Don’t need no sight to sense frustration
Between the bees and the birds.
Everybody’s got a word for their absentee king
Who’s out on the plain just doing his thing
While the snakes take his place
Slung like slings.

You spend a lot of time keeping your shit clean
When it’s a dirty hand that feeds.
Watch your mouth!

Keeping your heart clean
Begs you notice the bruises in a day,
The ways in which we play.
All gripping at our souls,
These marks remind us
How easily the bruised
Are often first refused,
The few that are left and unused,

Shoot out of town with no shoes on my feet
I'll dodge a bullet, by the skin of my teeth
And we'll dance forbiddenly
when the music stops playing.

I'm a bad man falling down for you
I'm just a bad, bad man falling down
Just as sure as the moonlight shines for two,
As quickly as the nighttime
Hits when the day is through,
I'm just a bad man falling down for you

Don't worry; I don't mean no harm,
I've got the luck of a beggar
With a three penny charm,
And my heart still lies in someone else's arms,
Oh, how you've been warned.

I'm a bad man falling down for you,
I'm just a bad, bad man falling down,
Just as sure as the moonlight shines for two,
As quickly as the nighttime hits
When the day is through,
I'm just a bad man falling down for you.

Take your worries and put them aside,
And take mine.  Hell, I've got nothing to hide,
Nothing my soul, or my body can refine,
Cause I know that someday I'll get mine.

I'm a bad man falling down for you,
I'm just a bad, bad man falling down,
Just as sure as the moonlight shines for two,
C'mon, I ain't so cruel,
I'm just a bad man falling down for you.

The stars are crossed in lines I can't define,
The world spins its rhythms rattles and rhymes.

Sway to the music ne'er do well,
Sing to me softly ne'er do well,
but come to me slowly ne'er do well.

With a steady hand I will hold my own'
Without a map, I'll always find my home,
Where the blessed are now cursed
And the cursed are now blessed,
And the ones who fall in the middle
Take home all the rest.

Sway to the music ne'er do well,
Sing to me softly ne'er do well,
but come to me slowly ne'er do well.

Come on, come now, I've come undone,
My heart beats to the cadence,
Unraveled and unsung
But I've got a voice, and it screams- hell.

Sway to the music ne'er do well,
Sing to me softly ne'er do well,
but come to me slowly ne'er do well.
My ne'er do well....

What is it possess a man, is it love?
Make a person blind to his own face,
Blind to the world,
Blind to the human race…
What is it possess a man, is it pride?
Make a person think in numbers,
Think in terms of signs and wonders…

But what good are plowshares,
If we use them like swords?
Don’t spoil the harvest.
We ain’t got much more.

What is it possess a man, is it truth?
Make a person cold to crying,
Cold to suffering,
Cold to dying.
What is it possess a man, is it faith?
Make a person give up on time,
Give into shadow,
Give out in spine…

What good are plowshares,
If we use them like swords?
Don’t spoil the harvest.
We ain’t got much more.

What is it possess a man, is it freedom?
Make person do as he please,
Do at his leisure,
Do on his knees.
While you’re down their, son,
Gather your things to go.
Grab your boots and get on up, now.
There’s a new row to hoe.

What good are plowshares,
If we use them like swords?
Don’t spoil the harvest.
We ain’t got much more.

In this kitchen all I see
Is a thousand dishes and me,
But I'll get them done, baby,
Just as soon as I please,
Wishing you didn't know
How I reap and sow,
These holdings I find holding me back,
Always chasing down the wrong tracks.

But I'll get 'em done and I'll get 'em done right,
Always looking to end a good fight,
And I'll show you the man I wanna be,
In the home I long to see.

The family band plays the family key
Underneath the family tree
Where they’re gathered round in apple baskets.
It’s hard to tell which ones are wombs
And which ones are caskets,

As they’re peeking up
Through the blades of grass
Like a newborn’s cry with a smack on the ass.
These walls aren’t as close as they used to be.
Get used to it, boy, that’s what it’s like to be free.

What would be the death of us all,
Family and friends,
Is birthing such a sound
As we’re packed into the ground
And rising once again.

The family girl in the family way
Is gonna sing herself through the family day,
Gathering songs in her bassinet,
Perhaps a little more domestic
But no less passionate.

What would be the death of us all,
Family and friends,
Is birthing such a sound
As we’re packed into the ground
And rising once again.

Brother, am I possessed?
Well, I must say yes,
And so happy to be so.
Brother, will I rest?
Well, till this weight lifts off of my chest,
I guess I must say no.
Not until I let my people go
Raise some hell.

I have been known for possession,
And now its coming out my eyes, my ears,
My lungs, my loins, my blood and my fears.
My soul don’t know no spirit of fear.

Let my people go…

…get up with the ghost of freedom.
Yeah, we’ll rattle our chains and beat ‘em
Till the jailor finds himself
Out of job and out of his mind.
Sugar, you should know
You got every key to every door,
So let’s let our people go
Raise some hell!

I have been known for possession,
And now its coming out my eyes, my ears,
My lungs, my loins, my blood and my fears.
My soul don’t know no spirit of fear.

Let my people go…
Burn your candle low
In your cell so we know…
Let my people go raise some hell.

I have been known for possession.

I have given my bones to the banks,
My body to the waters,
To roll, Brandywine, roll.
It is well with my soul.

I have found my place of peace
In my time of reckoning
To roll, Brandywine, roll.
It is well with my soul.

I have gone a left my heart,
My life, my love, my home
To roll, Brandywine, roll.
It is well with my soul.

I have turned off all my thinking
Except for what I need to know
To roll, Brandywine, roll.
It is well with my soul.

It’s a fine, fine time
To roll down the Brandywine.
It’s a fine, fine, fine…

I have not asked you to follow
Where I know you cannot go,
To roll, Brandywine, roll.
It is well with my soul.

I have not left you a letter,
How can I write my soul?
To roll, Brandywine, roll,
It is well with my soul.

It’s a fine, fine time
To roll down the Brandywine.
It’s a fine, fine, fine…

Oh, my weary soul, rest draweth nigh.
The water’s waist high and I am ready
To roll, Brandywine, roll,
It is well with my soul.

Oh no, don’t you come down to the shore,
I won’t be here no more.
Oh, you’ll be here, but I’ll be gone,
Rolling down the river and
Singing my song

With every melody
of every symphony
from every bird in every tree.
I am the least of these.

It’s a fine, fine time
To roll down the Brandywine.
It’s a fine, fine, fine…

I am the least of these.