Bobby Rags

Damned for this world with Persephone

Man, I swore this girl would be the death of me.

And here I am up to my shoulders in limbs of the dead

trying to stay sober, and losing my head

I’ve been dancing for rain with this smoke in my eyes,

for who will remain when these fires subside?

and oh, look who’s home

Now I’m left to choose the best Amphetamines

for wrestling loose, whatever’s left in me

that keeps me from keeping my focus on planting my rows

this feast for the locusts, when that west wind blows

Been dancing for days, taken all I could find,

Cause if this feeling fades, there won’t be nowhere to hide

and oh, look who’s home

Saturn’s coming home

So get your cellar ready it’s looking like snow

Trapped in fog forever lost at sea

from cataloguing your atrocities

it’s time we went down to the shallows, got clean in the nile

then off to the gallows, Osirian trial.

Keep stuffing your pockets with fire in your eyes,

it aint gonna stop this empire from dying.

and oh, look who’s home.

She came to me in a dream, as a murder of crows

She said, “they’re burning your daughters, its time for you to go…

into the woods where you can lay your horns down, and be safe a spell.

Take care my child, the worst is yet to come. “

Now they’re burning witches, burning books, and whole villages

burn those bridges, cut the roots out from under your stem.

Fill Carriages with your

churches, schools, and prisons.

Make it clear, which are for them.

You lied to me so earnestly,

looked me in the eye as you told me son,

“we’ve earned this with our blood.”

But it was the blood of others, is what you could’ve said

It was the blood of other’s it what you should’ve said.

Dig in the earth, your mother, mourns her dead.

Now there’s ghosts in the schools, and bones in our closet

when you kill for the land, you’re gonna find that its haunted.

Fuck what you’ve heard, cause this is just what they wanted

when they said assimilation, ‘aint the same as genocide

and we’re a peace loving nation

we ‘aint got nothing to hide.

So when the winds of the coast whistle through my bones sing me “this was never your home.

When my blood swims to the ocean, will I feel the river stones, and sing “this was never my home.”

I stole my dreams

into every crack and busted seam,

that I could see

Now the city’s grown

and the asphalt’s cracked where every seed was sown,

well who could’ve known

are we still part of this machine or what?

Gotta pocket full of seeds, and hoping its enough

got my hands all wrapped in sleeves,

I better roll them up.

You be the rust, and I’ll be the rot

Let’s take these buildings on with all we’ve got.

The summer’s gone, it’s time for the fall

They ‘aint so tall

You be the forest firestorm, I’ll be the pinecones waiting to be warmed

we’re gonna burn, so we can grow

Waiting our turn is getting old

Cause we’re about as far from

home as we can get

home’s where you stop running

and I still got legs in me yet

and I believe

there’s wolves in my ancestry

and it keeps me free.

now in the woods where city hall burned to the ground, I meet the devil in his play.

his song’s familiar,

and its singing in my blood

reminding me that i’m

wilder.

Accumulate the artifacts

and trappings of your trade

the sulphur on the wind can lead the way

Snake your serpent self into the belly of your heart

dress in the fur and feathers of your prey

and see them in the river

uncanny til your bite gives you away

untie your tongue of silver

you’ll need it at the breaking of the day

see your shadow stretch

as far as Icarus fell

now let that mean sun set

and dance with it for awhile

Throw fists, fireworks, dandelions

let go

set them seeds and sparks a flying

Grey is making cities,

laying tracks on momma’s skin

its the shadow of the evil, men have done

the mercenary missionary’s been

digging up a cemetery

it’s the cultural inheritance we’ve won

So I’ll see you in the fire

which god’s name will be tripping off your tongue?

your daughter’s are so tired

of hearing rapist praises being sung

so watch what you teach your sons

And throw,

fists, fireworks, dandelions

Let go,

set them seeds and sparks a flying,

but keep what helps you grow

‘cause we’re leaving all that don’t

to do its dying.