Workforce (Jennings Bryan)

Roads to the gallows
We buy our houses on
They're all paved in gold
Never cold; withstand the stocks and bonds

Days long; nights hollow
The holes are black and cold in my mouth
Swallow
Pride of past
Prince of inner casts

Beyond these hills we've bled
Our countries we have fled
For what but all these caustic images

I'll pull the trigger
If it will get me by
Like moths; now cinders
A healthy alibi

Living life with deep lucidity
To know that which does ail me
And write just like Thucydides
Embark in prayer honestly

Beyond these hills we've bled
Our countries we have fled
For what but all these caustic images
Mirages.

Subsidized each lie that'd break the least amount
Of bones and though the thought that twists my soul
Does certainly wax brave
I nevertheless obey

This broader class of businessmen - my brothers
Has our government turned backs on us?
Who must repair this progress?
It must be us.

Oh...

Built on immigrant bones and arrowheads
Taken back promises
Built on immigrant bones and arrowheads
Taken back promises
What will become of our children
Too young to know this?
Sacrifice...

Assault to prosper
When slumber leaves you dry
Postage paid bullets
Dead letters; paper lullabies

Beyond these hills we've bled
Our countries we have fled
For what but daydreams and nightmares
Beyond these hills we've bled
This country we have wed
For what but all these caustic images


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This is the first finished version of lyrics for a untitled song Abe wrote on guitar. Almost all of the melodies and patterns are worked out, but things are subject to change as I continue to sing it. Working on The Accident still, and have been rather concurrently with this one; they are very different songs. A new and strange writing process for me...

Oh! And this song takes the same line from the last post: broader class of businessmen. It's from that WJB speech, you know? It stuck with me and found itself in my writing. And there's a Moby Dick reference in this one! Oh man, I have to stop making allusions so vague, but I just don't care; I'll put them anywhere.