Look Park Shout Part 1
Have you been laid low
From the get-go
On the road in fine little pieces
Did you hear bells
And the echoes
Of faraway horns in bone dry places
How many lampposts
Light up the night sky
Spitting bright white heat
Like the spokes of stars
Have you seen their books
And in the pages
The plain truth and the hard-won fiction
The sleek stain of a slow-acting poison
Creeping its way down
In the trembling ground
Around the flagpole
Out in the dustbowl
And in the wrought iron bars over the window
They came for the promise of a great reward
And stayed for the golden view
And when the gales blew sparks
On the travelers in the dark
Well, they made do
You got your freedom
And it weren't for nothing
If you can hold down the note and sing it out
Remember you were born to the whispering world
With a shout
Is this your religion
What keeps you up nights
Who writes the paychecks
Who games the markets
Who runs the cables
Who owns the papers
Who spanned the oceans
Carved out the acres
Ground down the mountain
Who made the motors
Laid down the train tracks
And corralled the soldiers
In through the loopholes
Out the escape clause
Between the captions
And guidelines and bylaws
Rolled down the falls in a big wooden barrel
Over the goal line
And into a parade of bright red costumes
Shining batons
