Lyrics to Mountains 7".

The End Never Mattered

Evacuation, I call it out.
Surprise, we are more than our routine actions.
Support Crutch: alcohol, no rent.
This place will love you until you're out of wonder.

Not talking innocence, no, that was buried with her last october.
Together or alone we cried all night and thought "now we've got to make this matter."

Now it's got to matter, the so short hours between get up and fall back again.
Come to realize there's not greater meaning than calling you friend.

The words on the page will just rot,
Like the memory will fall from our bodies
Of a time that we knew such great joy
That the truth of the end never mattered.

We're drinking, falling on each others chests
and spilling the truth from a bottle we stopped up
with the turn of age and fear of death
but darlin we could do much better.

Now we've got to do much better
with the so short hours between get up and fall back again.
Come to realize there's not greater meaning than calling you friend.


The words on the page will just rot,
Like the memory will fall from our bodies
Of a time that we knew such great joy
That the truth of the end never mattered.


1st to build it

Can you blame us for wanting better?
Some hope that we could stay, some hope to stop the decline.
The farms bought out, the jobs are gone.
Half of us live below the line.
So when the time is desperate we will not ask you what it costs.

Said we'd bring equality. We're still waiting for it.
Said we'd fix it with industry. We're still waiting for it.
My family sold it's land away. We're still waiting for it.
Put hope in a superhighway. I'm not waiting for it.

We'll be the first to build it.
We'll be the first to praise it's name.
When all you have is nothing
Then you expect nothing but more of the same.

Mountain Song

I've seen mountains. The stone cold peaks of Hood or Helens,
the softest bowl topped hills that look like sand shaped with a spoon.
Or the fingerlike peaks that seperate the White Sands Missle Range
from the homes of New Mexico.

The mountains that we pass at night that you can only see
by the black holes they leave.
Grandmother I know you worry about me,
but I come from the flattest of places
and I get to see mountains.

Mountains that surround you
and hide their cities in steep green valleys,
the ride mountains of the western mojave
where we thought we were on Mars.
We drive the straightest highway
from Kansas through the middle of nothing
up ahead we'll see mountains,
in Denver there will be mountains.

The mountains that we pass at night that you can only see
by the black holes they leave.
Grandmother I know you worry about me,
but I come from the flattest of places
and I get to see mountains.