State Radio Album

In the park there's a wicker made plane
that crashed down just the other day.
The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented
and crash landed in the middle of the city.
He'd never seen buildings so tall
and wondered why they even didn't ever think to lean over and fall,
and wondered how he'd manage to navigate through them all like he did.

But oh how they seemed to lean over him now,
as if to peer down on the broken scene.
As if to question the innocent invasion of the stranger
brought down in the hurricane.

He said wherever I am Lord,
please you must explain,
just hours ago I took off in my wicker plane.

Night fell and with it came the rain.
Down on the buildings, the pilot the plane.
Rain ran down his hair, hangin' so low
makin' circles in the puddles where the drops would go.

A little boy came along,
took him to a tree on top a gentle slope
said this tree is a misfit like you and me.
On rainy nights like this the bark come off like rope.
They bundled up the bark, each took a load.
Took it to the high rise where the little one lived.
Tossed it down the park with a mighty throw
and watched it unroll to the ground round.
The pilot ran down, tied the bark to the prop
and then promptly left the park to go back to the top.
There they hauled the plane clear up to the roof,
the boy said the place you come from that's where I'll be from too.

Where ever I am Lord,
please you must explain.
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker plane (wicker plane)

Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden.
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden.
Now you're in a lovely garden,
it's such a lovely garden.

Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord.
Wherever I am Lord, I know where I am Lord.

Where ever I am Lord, please you must explain.
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane
Just hours ago I was taking off in my wicker (wicker) wicker (wicker) plane

Never mind the axis
Oh, she know which way to spin
And we like corn and molasses
And getting' mucked up in the ditch
We don't go to bed at night
'Cause we don't like the way it feels
But we ain't afraid of sunlight
Oh just don't let it get to low
Remember how we tried
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were washing all our faces
Whoa, remember how we lied
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were watching all your faces
Mama don't love her work
Oh but she do what the Parson say
Just don't tell her oh don't tell her that it is Sunday
And we don't go to bed at night, no
'Cause we don't like the way it feels
But we ain't afraid of sunlight, no
Oh, just don't let it sink to low
Remember how we tried
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were washing all our faces
Whoa, remember how we lied
Just to stay in your good graces
While you were washing all your faces
Remember how we lived
Remember how we died
Remember how we hated watching Ma cry
Remember how we saw young Charlie in a fight
Remember how he was swinging with all his might
Remember where we stood
Remember where we stand
We were always upset at you for the childhood we missed
But you were sleeping with the father so that he wouldn't sleep with us kids
No, sorry did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids
No, sorry I did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids
Whoa, sorry I did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids
Whoa, sorry I did not know
The pain you was in
When you were raising us kids

Got some boys who were upset,
They were headed out to India Point
Got two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said
"You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth."
One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point
Said, "What god's are you to take this,
And turn to blood?"
'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop
Climb down to the cemeteries
Where the missionary line up
For the mercy of the military's time
Treat bodies like a bullet rigging clothes on the clothesline
'Cause the praise under are during his own life
And it won't be the last time
We use them eyes to see
Them all hanging
I believe I can make you whole
See them all go back again
And I don't think you'll ever know
How it goes and why we run down
To the place we often bled
'Cause it's a manifest destiny
Like a genocide recipe
Telling the knowledge
That rests in me to fear my own race
Challenge your good
Another thick of your callous
Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice
Where are my boots
And where the hell is your balance
The hell, you did
Come down from your palace
To see us all
Reaching up
To see us all
Reaching up
'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop
Climb down to the cemeteries
Where the missionaries line up
For the mercy of the military sign
Treat bodies like a bullet ridden clothes on the clothesline
'Cause the praise under are during his own life
And it won't be the last time
We use them eyes to see
Them all hanging
I believe I can make you whole
See them all go back again
And I don't think we'll ever know
How it goes and why he runs down
To the place
'Cause I'm slowly turning in
Don't you have to go?
Don't you have to go?
Don't you have to go, child?
Don't you have to go?
Take them to your cousins' land
Sweet Madeline has got her hand
And she's asking the last man to fall
Don't fall
When I'm listening
Holy water
Go ask your friend
And may your fever? be gone
When I'm listening
Holy Lama
Go ask your friend
And may your freedom be gone