Tet Offensive-1968

The TV images sent us a lie,
Which watched we with the horror of a shock,
The VC died in fact, TV we die,
Once McNamera said it was a lock.
Ol' Cronkite, mad by those official lies,
Went over there and created more lies,
We were bad guys, he said, No more he buys
Of right to goodly role, for truth who dies?
Truth is an orphan, much despised in fact.
Who sees humanity and villany
In all one word? We make no lasting pact,
Because we know not well enough to see.
All the pain we saw on flick'ring TV,
Could not provide the means to truely see.

Plundering the FLDS

Bruce Wisan is a thief
Bruce Wisan is a thief,
Sells land he does not own
To pay the debt that came.

Bruce Wisan wages war,
Bruce Wisan wages war,
He Charges his victims,
They always pay the price.

The mighty judge presides,
The mighty judge presides,
The wrong she does is right,
She only follows law.

Lindberg knows the law,
Lindberg knows the law,
Law is a messy thing,
Fairness is not her aim.

I saw the buses run,
I saw the darknss fall,
I saw the wrong I should oppose,
That the liars had brought about.

Going to Vietnam

To Vietnam we went, we could not loose,
To Nam we sallied forth to right that wrong,
We heard no heresy, we sang no blues,
We could not know what would become our song.
To Vietnam we went to sanctify
That lasting faith in noble destiny.
We did not think that goverment would lie,
We had not known that bitter litany.
It came to pass in Vietnam , clear faith
Would vanish in smoke of all those firefights,
In us, belief came to be a cruel wraith,
With which we could no longer see the lights.
The failure of nerve, such as we received
From pain of war. In faith we once believed.

The Wound of Time

Just a little further on,
Just a little further on,
Just a little more to come,
More to see, more to know,
More for those in need.

Come to tend the soul,
Come to tend the soul,
Come to heal the wound,
Heal the wound of time,
Time I never was.

As we are in time,
As we are in time,
Time is what we know to be,
Time is then, time is now,\
Time is what the soul was not.

Now we come to rest,
Now we come to rest,
Rest of soul, rest of peace,
Peace of mind at last,
Peace of mind at last.

Triumph in the Snow

Come gentile snow, come
Come back again,
Come here to coat the Earth
With your white sheet.

Here autumn lives,
Here autumn is
Fading away to death.
Thus autumn dies.

The Earth is marked.
The Earth dies soon,
As winter's reign begins
On Earth today

The Snow is falling,
The Snow is falling
On this fallen Earth.
Cold winter claims the corpse.

A bird survives the cold.
A bird survives
Despite the cold.
A bird is singing in the cold.

A Song for Rozita Swinton

Im the Sheriff of Schleicher County,
Got that call from Colorado,
Rounded up all the bad guys
From the FLDS.

CHORUS;

No, We Cant find Rozita
No, We cant find Rozita
Where, Oh Where can she be?

We are the Texas Rangers,
Finding bad guys
Since the good ol' days
'Til We missed the gal from Colorado.

Repeat Chorus:

We are Hoover's G-Men
Found all the bad guys,
Like Dillinger and Baby-face Nelson
'Til We lost Rozita

Repeat Chorus.

The Wanderer

Over the seas you have wandered,
Over the skies you have wandered,
Over the sky you flew in vain,
Over the sea you sailed in vain,
Wander no more you are home.

Among the stars you have wandered,
Along the void you have wandered,
Among the stars you searched for naught,
Along the void you sought for noth',
Wander no more you are home.

Over the sea you have wandered,
Among the stars you have wandered,
You sought here and everywhere,
You sought for lasting truth,
Wander no more you are home.

Over the seas through many storms,
You brought the search to end,
Over the skies through many clouds,
You did what you had need.
Wander no more you are home.