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M. Lockwood Porter
M. Lockwood Porter
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Peter Labberton
Peter Labberton
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Bevan Herbekian
Bevan Herbekian
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Jeff Hashfield
Jeff Hashfield
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Max Lockwood Porter
Max Lockwood Porter
Paroles/Composition
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M. Lockwood Porter
M. Lockwood Porter
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JJ Golden
JJ Golden
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Peter Labberton
Peter Labberton
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Paroles

I still remember skipping stones upon the muddy banks of youth That's when the wildness flowed within me like an artery of truth I used to guide my car down barren highways late into the night In pursuit of some salvation or a brilliant flash of light It's been an Odyssey upon the sea of capital and fear Where the market and the state conspire to grind you in the gears But now the freedom's buzzing 'round me like the wisdom of a child I never thought it'd take so many years to get back to the wild Once I went to the revival to get closer to the Lord But only found the serpent preacher spreading sickness with his words At first, I listened to his story and it helped me to get by But I was just listing all the things I want to do before I die Well, every father's generation plots how its sons will be killed Yet always Isaac follows Abraham so calmly up the hill But there was something stirring deep inside those years I was exiled I never thought it'd take so many years to get back to the wild I can't tell you where this dirty path I'm walking on will lead It's all covered up in brambles, and it's overgrown with weeds Well, now the days are full of danger, anxiety and doubt But I know we're all born with flames inside the world wants to blow out So I've been grinding down my jaw, and I've been tightening my chest I've been revealing all my deepest fears and saying it's in jest But all this silent desperation's just the cost of being free Behold the reckoning for violence too invisible to see I see the ministers and the managers they prepared for this in school I see another comet coming and they're all loading up on fuel I see the publicists and prophets stand there sneering in the void I see the waiters and the drivers watch and wait to be destroyed I see the beast inside its cage and hear it roaring at the sky I see that there are ancient passions in our blood that never die I see a hastening reparation for the nature we defiled I never thought it'd take so many years to get back to the wild
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