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Four Winds

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released March 6, 2007

2007 Saddle Creek

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Track Name: Four Winds
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There are people always dying trying to keep them alive
There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight in an abandoned building
Where the squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She is standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair

When Great Satan is gone... the Whore of Babylon...
She just can’t sustain the pressure where it’s placed
She caves

The Bible is blind. The Torah is deaf. The Qur’an is mute.
If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth
But still they are pouring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It’s knocking over fences crossing property lines
Four Winds cry until it comes

It’s the Sum of Man slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can’t contain all of that empty space
It breaks. It breaks. It breaks.

So I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, you’d better look alive
Now it’s off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the Black Hills, the Badlands, the calloused East
I buried my ballast. I made my peace.

Heard Four Winds leveling the pines

When Great Satan is gone... the Whore of Babylon...
She just can’t remain with all that outer space
She breaks. She breaks. She caves. She caves.