Simple words deep thoughts Complexity in justification and a guess work on paradise - never been there never proven believe the lies and flip the switch denial on. The last resort She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin They spoke about the red mans way, and how they loved the land And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide Down in the crowded bars, out for a good time, Cant wait to tell you all,what its like up there And they called it paradise I dont know why Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert through the canyons of the coast, to the Malibu Where the pretty people play, hungry for power to light their neon way and give them things to do Some rich men came and raped the land, Nobody caught em Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus, people bought em And they called it paradise The place to be They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina just like the missionaries did, so many years ago They even brought a neon sign: Jesus is coming Brought the white mans burden down Brought the white mans reign Who will provide the grand design? What is yours and what is mine? Cause there is no more new frontier We have got to make it here We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds, in the name of destiny and the name of God And you can see them there, On Sunday morning They stand up and sing about what its like up there They call it paradise I dont know why You call someplace paradise, kiss it goodbye
Posted on: Mon, 12 May 2014 12:59:00 +0000
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