On the one they’ll catch you
If you skirt disaster
On the day they told her
But she want to stay, stay
And the ones that saw you
Witnesses of goya
Elected to serve you
‘till your dying day
I hope you don’t get what you’re after
To whom it may concern
I’m writing on behalf of a brother
Twice burned
I know you be reaching your time
Just a product of your mind
But when you continue to let loose on a running
Man
you send him crashing to the edge of the
pavement
you’re doing something you don’t quite
understand
makin’ like he’s a lesser man
so be gone be gone to plea
you got your vehicle to ride on
(off to the commissioner as fast as you can
with your smoking gun in hand)
in your
gunship gunship
gunship politico
I hope you don’t get what you’re after
Six men on their knees eyes shinin’ in the
High beams of the searchlight
Cop’s shadows on the wall, several stories tall
Instilling whoa such a fright
One’s kicked in the gut; he’s all cut up by the
Corner cop
One stands in defense in a broken sentence
Asks not to be shot
If you please
You men of authority
We do not speak your language see
Please act accordingly
‘cause he wasn’t beggin’
he was just keeping time with his cup
you go on and believe that
you keep your eyes straight up
I was just looking
I had no intention to touch
But I know when I’m not welcome
So I thank you very much.
Watch out for them politicos
Don’t mess mess with the down downpresser
Way
They got it down pat; they got it down to a tee
No one gets through the lockstep jaw
You ain’t guilty but you did get caught
So for lack of a better suspect we nominate
You
To ride this one out, to see this one through
See a, see a…
Arms thrown up in an ever fearful protest
As if the firing squad would ever think to
Notice
As if he could summon the likes of moses
To put the blood back in his friend’s veins
And if you’re one step faster
You can skirt disaster
But if it’s not you, it’ll be the next guy
Who’s the wrong color at the wrong time
Another day’s over and the decision still
Stands
His honor in his chambers still washin’ his
Hands
You know he’s been fiddlin’ in his room all
Day
Just trying to wash all his conscience away
No one’s asking for hangman’s tree, they just
Looking for something true to believe
See a, see a
See them know but they will not say
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So much searing honesty in the most beautiful arrangements of words and harmonies. Storytelling and first person narratives in the songs that I resonate with deeply.
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supported by 5 fans who also own “Gunship Politico”
I listened to Dispatch a lot back in college. Then they had a farewell tour and I thought I'd never hear from them again. I wasn't until recently that I found out the band had got back together years later. This album really shows how they have grown as artists. gludwig311
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