Lyrics The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes - Silver Mt. Zion
Sisters
and
Brothers,
We
have
surely
lost
our
way.
In
strip
malls
full
of
cancer,
And
a
pathetic
rain.
Mother,
sweet
mother,
Please
don't
discipline
your
hands.
Just
kiss
me
in
the
morning,
In
your
dirtiest
pants.
We
will
find
our
way.
We
will
find
our
way.
There
is
beauty
in
this
land,
But
I
don't
often
see
it.
There
is
beauty
in
this
land,
But
I
don't
often
feel
it.
People
are
flowers,
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Let's
argue
in
the
kitchen,
For
hours
and
hours.
Tomorrow
is
a
travesty,
Tomorrow
should
be
ours.
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
Musicians
are
Cowards!
The
soldiers
with
their
specialists,
And
the
pigs
with
their
guns
cannot
stop,
The
lost
ones
and
the
desparate
ones
and
the
driven
ones.
The
soldiers
with
their
cigarettes,
And
the
pigs
with
their
guns
cannot
stop,
The
lonesome
ones
and
the
desparate
ones
and
the
smart
ones.
So
come
on
friends,
To
the
barricades
again.
So
come
on
friends,
To
the
barricades
again.
So
come
on
friends,
To
the
barricades
again.
So
come
on
friends,
To
the
barricades
again.
We
will
find
our
way,
We
will
find
our
way.
1 Sisters! Brothers! Small Boats Of Fire Are Falling From The Sky!
2 This Gentle Hearts Like Shot Bird’s Fallen
3 Built Then Burnt [Hurrah! Hurrah!]
4 Take These Hands And Throw Them In The River
5 Could’ve Moved Mountains
6 Tho You Are Gone I Still Often Walk w/You
7 C’mon COME ON (Loose And Endless Longing)
8 The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes
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