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“Blank”

Don’t do me any favors with your war machine

Blood for oil from our toil till you come clean

That’s what I mean.

You can smell the blossoms through the barbed wire fence 

Wage a war for all that’s holy

Where’s the providence?

Blank is the answer

Falling through my hands

Empty handed is the leap 

Of faith in modern man

Roll, Roll, Roll tides

Call it Babel slap a label 

On your medicine

Is it pure

Does it cure

Does it leave you thin

It’s time! take it again

Some hearts are harder than the diamonds rebels mine

There fly crows black as those wasting while they dine

Blank is the answer falling through my hands

Empty handed is the leap of faith in modern man

Roll, Roll, Roll tides

Please will the power

Allevi8 the strife

At tomorrow’s throat, the knife

Call it living up the life

Country in your pockets

Doesn’t go with U

Reunite the heart and mind

How we’ll C a different view

How U see them, on the ground

Poison from the air

Spray a field of coca aware

People starve, with a crop so bare

You can smell the ocean

Listen 2 the deep

There’s a tide, that’s rolling in

Wakes U from ur sleep

Roll, Tides, Roll,  (Blank is the Answer)

Roll, Tide, Roll

(Await the Answer)

Roll, Tide Roll,                     Roll, Tide- Roll!!!

 (Serve the answer)    (end the cancer)

Roll, Tide, Roll,

-Lue Lyron

There’s an intentional reference to the starvation of people who can no longer sustain the crops upon which they depended for survival in the latitudes near the Equator.

I can tell you I wrote the song, originally, while living in the Mount Vernon Inn in Escondido, California, down the street from where the Marc Kane and I got off the Greyhound Bus with what was our Everything in our hands. This came to me within either the first week or month of my stay there. I wrote other lyrics upon arriving in Escondido, too, so I’d have to think about it for a minute, but that one seems first.

I saw landscaping flowers growing humbly upon a security fence topped with barbed wire, and associated it with the story.

I wrote all the lyrics inside an hour…

….save for the ones MK and I worked on together, this afternoon. I was trying to find where part of a verse had gone. She began writing this document, to keep up with what we recalled (for this is the first day we’ve dwelt upon it in years). She gave us a line about living it up, in response to one I wrote down about gifting all babies with our resources. This turned into the menace to the future, and the knife is the overbloated lifestyle and accruement of wealth without regard to the trade-off of the effects of their decisions and practices upon the lives of the rest of us. The song’s update tries to speak to ‘them’ rather than merely portray them. That would be an ideological prop used for identity by the singers, but if the song’s heard widely, it needs to carry communication- without sanitizing the problems of the world.

Just melodizing them.

Ever a gentle Bay