Wicker Plane Single

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released July 16, 2007

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Track Name: Wicker Plane
In the park there’s a wicker made plane that crashed down just the other day
The pilot had lost his way got disoriented and crash landed in the middle of the city
He’d never seen buildings so tall and wondered why they even didn’t ever lean over and fall
And wondered how he’d manage to navigate through them all like he did
But oh how they seemed to lean over him now as if to peer down on the broken scene
As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger brought down in the hurricane
He said, where ever I am lord, please you must explain, just hours ago I was takin’ off in my wicker plane
Night fell and with it came the rain, down on the buildings, the pilot the plane
Rain ran down his hair, hangin’ so low makin’ circles in the puddles where the drops would go
A little boy came along, took him to a tree on a gentle slope, said this tree is a misfit like you and me
On rainy nights like this the bark comes off like rope
They bundled up the bark, each took a load, took it to the high rise where the little one lived
Tossed it down the park with a mighty throw and watched it unroll to the ground
The Pilot ran down, tied the park to the prop and promptly left the park to go back to the top
There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof, the boy said the place you come from that’s where I’ll be from too
Where ever I am lord, please you must explain, just hours ago, I was takin’ off in my wicker plane
Now you’re in a lovely garden it’s such a lovely garden you’re in a lovely garden it’s such a lovely garden Where ever I am lord, I know where I am lord, where ever I am lord, I know where I am lord
Where ever I am lord, please you must explain, just hours ago, I was takin’ off in my wicker plane Just hours ago, I was takin’ off in my wicker plane
Track Name: Good Graces
Never mind the axis
Oh, she know which way to spin
And we like corn and molasses
And getting’ mucked up in the ditch
We don’t go to bed at night
‘Cause we don't like the way it feels
But we ain’t afraid of sunlight
Oh just don’t let it get to low

Remember how we tried
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were washing all our faces
Whoa, remember how we lied
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were watching all your faces

Mama don't love her work
Oh but she do what the Parson say
Just don’t tell her oh don’t tell her that it is Sunday
And we don’t go to bed at night, no
'Cause we don't like the way it feels
But we ain’t afraid of sunlight, no
Oh, just don’t let it sink to low

Remember how we tried
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were washing all our faces
Whoa, remember how we lied
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were washing all your faces

Remember how we lived
Remember how we died
Remember how we hated watching Ma cry
Remember how we saw young Charlie in a fight
Remember how he was swinging with all his might
Remember where we stood
Remember where we stand

We were always upset at you for the childhood we missed
But you were sleeping with the father so that he wouldn't sleep with us kids

No, sorry did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids
No, sorry I did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids

Whoa, sorry I did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids
Whoa, sorry I did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids
Track Name: Revolutionaries
Got some boys who were upset,
They were headed out to India Point
Two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said
“You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth.”
One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point
Said, “What god's are you to take this,
And turn to blood”

'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop
Climb down to the cemeteries
Where the missionaries line up
For the mercy of the military's time
Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline
'Cause the prey's huntin' a hunter in his own blind
And it won't be the last time

We use them eyes to see
Them all hanging
I believe I can make you whole
See them all go back again
And I don’t think we’ll ever know
How it goes and why it runs down
To the place we often bled

'Cause it's a manifest destiny
Like a genocide recipe
Telling the knowledge
That rests in me to fear my own race
Challenge your good
And not the thick of your callous

Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice
Where are my boots
And where the hell is my balance
The hell, you did
Come down from your palace
To see us all
Reaching up
To see us all
Reaching up

'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop
Climb down to the cemeteries
Where the missionaries line up
For the mercy of the military’s time
Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline
'Cause the praised hunter are during his own blind
And it won't be the last time

We use them eyes to see
Them all hanging
I believe I can make you whole
See them all go back again
And I don’t think we’ll ever know
How it goes and why it runs down
To the place
‘Cause I’m slowly turning in

Don’t you have to go?
Don’t you have to go?
Don’t you have to go, child?
Don’t you have to go?

Take them to your cousins’ land
Where sweet Madeleine has got his hand
And she's asking the last man to fall

Don't fall
When I'm listening
Holy water
Go ask your friend
And may your fever be gone

When I'm listing
Holy Llama
Go ask your end
And may your freedom be gone