Midnight Raid
Oh, my citizens
You’re never gonna see my face
No, no…
Oh, my citizens
You’re never gonna take my place
The Meadow
The meadow's got a lot to do today
Working for the corporations
Paying for the roads and redistricting
The doctors are losing ——?——, oh yeah
And the meadow learned to show up everywhere
In everyones photo-memories
Praying for the sins of the community
Singing “change will only come when nothing gets done,” oh yeah
The meadow comes around yeah the meadow comes-to
The un-electability of the square room
The meadow comes around yeah the meadow comes-to
The un-electability of the square room
Spaces for People
Downtown, he's building another building
With concrete, and lobbies without ceilings
Which floor? The elevators alternate, you know?
In spaces for everyone and for no one
You say, everything is what it is
Not me, everything is what it could be
Downtown, he's printing another printing
Of a floor-plan, to barricade the city
The silence, between each train — connects you —
Into spaces for everyone and for no one
You say, everything is what it is
Not me, everything is what it could be
The Cave
The traffic engineers
Walking home from work
Making inroads intersect
They work in dark rooms
Underneath their desks
Where the mayor grooms his silhouette
The calm collected
And blown across the floor
And the sewers flow back to the shore
The cave connects you
To the underside
Where traffic helicopters can't fly
The cave connects you
To the other side
Where traffic news comes back alive
The traffic engineers
Come collect their raise
As the old folks can't help their ——?——
Plaza Meditation
Plaza meditation, no one sees it
Sunken in silence, suddenly appears
Plaza meditation, up above us
Deals are being broken, lightning cracks below
Did you hear that? The melody ghosting
Wrapped in whisper, suddenly appears
Houston Tenneco
Hit the switch, my friend
It’s my first time back
Tenneco and gold
She’s a Houston girl, don’t give her too much slack
Turn it up, my friend
It’s a song I know
Tiny golden swirls
Every time I hear those proportions on the radio
They build ‘em tall, my friend
You’re in inch too small
The tallest one of ‘em all
Is in the same kinda place, just a war or two away
I want you back, my friend
You’re in a bad, bad place
Where modern laws do no good
And the first five verses of the song have been erased
Suicide Ramps
The model shows a perfect city
The blueprint sold, yeah, but no one bought it
Don’t turn your head, just burn through the intersection
Don’t turn your head, just look straight ahead and
Learn how to not care less
How to not care
It looked good on paper
It looked good on alcohol
But it’s just not right…
Yeah, but it just might work!
Suicide ramps
That’s what we call ‘em
For the times in life
When you just might need ‘em
What a funny way to merge two lanes together
What a funny way to get you there faster
Let’s merge the left two lanes
Merge the two together, everybody
Share in the secret
No one wants you live or die
They just want to watch you try
The Sears Tower
I guess that it’s all the same
That you can’t remember my name
As things are moving faster each day
Slowly you never change
