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ROCKIN' THE CRADLE

by MOTH NOR RUST

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Endless Night my mind starts awake by an angry light to behold a world both familiar and strange sirens argue with an endless night harlequins recruit the recently deranged. I hitched a ride on highway’s revenge dreamers stand paralyzed to behold women forsake in an iron Stonehenge where tears do flow into fountains – fountains of gold beggars take heed to dig private holes in tunnels deep under forbidden halls jugglers and clowns walk invisible souls through darkened streets lost to one – darkened streets lost to one - one and all
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If I Could Write a Song if I could write a song - that held your hand when you were scared (Can I write that song?) let you know your dreams were shared (Can I write that song?) wrapped you in warmth when you are cold (Can I write that song?) I can write a song - to give you comfort when you are old! (Can I write that song?) if I could write a song - stop him drinking when you were young (Can I write that song?) with loving arms and silver tongue (Can I write that song?) let him stay there and love you true (Can I write that song?) if I could write a song – that would solemn nights in dawn renew! (I'd write that song and sing it to you my dear – I'd write that song!) I would write that song and sing it to you until you came to know the end of fear! (Can I write that song?) what is a song? - a sacred rhyme born from urgent need of heart the night is long - no purpose there, just a soul and holy art no right or wrong – when dream fills my eye you are the vision's start! (the vision's start!) I cannot write that song - calms your tempest into a squall (I cannot write that song) - gives you Eden without a fall (I cannot write that song) - gives your life a strength ahead so I wrote this song - I wrote this song instead (break) I cannot write that song - that gives your life a strength ahead so I wrote this song - I wrote this song instead
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DON’T LOOK AWAY who is that woman standing there - her hair alight in flame? with nothing but a soul to wear, you’d think i knew her name is she my only sister? left home for fortunes fame? don’t look away my sister - i shall recall your name who is that old man lying there, a spreading ragged stain? he melts across the sidewalk - a chalk painting in the rain is he my old grandfather? once strong now slow and lame? don’t look away grandfather - i shall recall your name. prophets of the lonely night do pray its time to see now time to say don’t look away who is that child frozen there - bathed in red liquid shame? the people say its hard to tell, they all look the same was this my son once full of laughter, in summers endless game? don’t look away my little one - i shall recall your name. who are these people stepping o’er the outlines of a ghost? with eyes ahead and faces masked, a rushing onward host? is this my neighbor marching past the broken empty lane? don’t look away my neighbor - you might know his name. they’ll take you down now if you dare to say “prophets of the lonely night do pray - don’t look away!"
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SHELTER 03:43
SHELTER I parked in front of the woman's rescue shelter on a deep yellow midnight there's lotsa guys out there that prefer to belt her rather than just treat her right (case you didn't know) you suddenly appeared and asked me for a date. I said "I'll have to wait and see - I must inform you I have a mate and she's the only one for me!" (her) "Just take a closer look at my pretty face - I'm sure you'll change your mind! I gotta get me some a that unholy freebase, so its 5 bucks for ultimate head!" (him) well we just talked for a while and I scored you some food. I wan't tryin' to be crude, like the fat dude you alluded to who screwed you and talked rude and black and blued you and kicked you out in the street nude and wooed you back with 'ludes and promises of better moods. you left sayin' you was gettin' away from him - you were done with repeated sorrow told me your name - I think it was Kim, you said you'd be back tomorrow. a month later I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and found her all covered with sores, beat up like someone was settlin' a score, till they couldn't hit her no more - till it became a bore, her lips and eyes covered with gore, she was out of it - stunned to the core, mumblin' and whisperin' about bein' poor, I could see that her mind was tore, BRIGHT BLOOD covered every thing she wore, finally I knew it was that whore that I'd met who had swore she weren't gonna take any more a bein' thrown to the floor I took her to the rescue shelter on a deep yellow midnight now there's lotsa guys out there that prefer to belt her rather than just treat her right
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Mystery Box House Children don't laugh and birds don't sing near the Mystery Box House lovers looking for their rings near the Mystery Box House thunder folds upon itself near the Mystery Box House earthquake rocks continental shelf near the Mystery Box House it's been dark a thousand dawns of the Mystery Box House something lies beneath the lawn of the Mystery Box House nights are cold with comin's and goins in the Mystery Box House voice I know soft cries and moans in the Mystery Box House see the carousel and her upon it in yonder bloodshot two-way mirror through that door a beckoning pit too deep to know too deep to fear I hear caliopes brazen and proud barely just outside your door now they play so very loud you cannot hear them any more door opens in but never out in the Mystery Box House don't matter if you laugh or shout in the Mystery Box House you will not know what it's all about it's your Mystery Box House
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Someone Else's Troubles why be hirin' elvis doubles yer girl she likes the way they moan why be blowin them giant bubbles when they tear they can't even be sown why buy someone else's troubles when you can't even afford your own why be lookin' through yer naighbors rubble ain't naught there but empty stone might as well frow yer hobo stubble tis bettr for coverin' up your bone why buy someone else's troubles when you can't even afford your own in this land nobodies in prison for their ideas cause we're already imprisoned by our ideas so you got to make the best of the rest day of your life when the goin' gets tough the tough eat their saddle throwin' snake eyes for nine innings in the back of your momma's sears catalog gotta get up pretty in the morning to fool me... remember my friend if i was gonna eat you i'd a done it a long time ago
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DOLLAR SONG 02:22
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TUNNEL 03:29
Tunnel killed two good men for a sack a coin playin cards in Chicago know where i been - not where i'm goin' to the tunnel low headed down below crossed the track to the back a town on the south of Chicago don't need no map say i'm goin down to the tunnel low headed down below spoils of war in desperate hands it's a mystery to hold came to the door of murmurin' lands never felt that old nor cryin' cold finally my sack have nothin' to hide on the south of Chicago looked into my burden - now i'm inside in the tunnel low headed down below
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POL POT-BELLY rich man’s grown a Pol Pot-belly hey little boy come spin the wheel let’s watch souls melt into jelly what’s it take to seal the deal, Red? what’s it take to seal the deal? the coins shine bright in the wishing well but the black crow sings to the beggarman-watch out Sam it’s a urinal. been seventeen years since I left home but the black crow sings to the wanderer- not yet Sam you must still roam. It’s an endless day in the cloth of my sack but the black crow sings to the prophet-hold up Sam you can’t go back. I’m down, way down got to wearin’ my clown frown I got dry heaves no way I’m gonna leave. down, way down got to wearin’ my clown frown I got dry heaves no way I’m gonna leave. oh sing ye for the woman ages jailed oh sing ye for the woman ages jailed oh sing ye for the woman ages jailed did god make kings to lead the war or did kings make god to hide deaths door? did god make rich men to give us more or did the rich make gods to tame the poor? look at he! he an old burned tree look at he! he an old burned tree a tweedle-dee-dee a tweedle-dee-dee he an old burned tree an old burned tree a tweedle-dee-dee a tweedle-dee-dee an old burned tree an old burned tree a tweedle-dee-dee look at me! (etc.) breech baby go on home go on home breech baby go on home (random repeat) had me a beer and i started making faces dropped the mirror and it cracked in many places put it out for the trashman to take away had no doubt it'd be gone by noon that day four hours later i went outside to check ain't tryin' to rate her but she was a skinny damn human wreck she were lookin' at herself in the broken glass reflection she'd fallen off the top shelf and smashed in many sections "is it for sale? it's just the thing i need!" i said "your lookin' pale, for a penny it's yours indeed!" "i'm getting some cash at 11 o'clock tonight, and i'll be your honey if you bet your horses right!" had me another beer and i started making faces dropped the mirror again and it cracked in many places breech baby go on home go on home breech baby go on home (random repeat) look at we! (etc.)
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Sightless are the Wise in mirrored hall of crystal days with precious thrones of light my spine is bent another way - I ever seek the night a magic rain wraps evening dew - no reason to ask why I see a mirage face of you and touch the skin of sky ghostly drums summon now the dawn - I ride a moon-wind near the dream within a dream now sown with wanderers and tears yet dive you still the undermind of city streets and cries our broken dreams have made you blind - oh sightless are the wise! you disappear into a notion last bold flight o’er purple ocean I look aloft as you go under now I live in memory’s wonder pearlescent eyes shine like a sea gem bone-burnt waves dare now to hold them if my death draws your lips to mine - my casket not a tomb I’ll trade cruel life for sweeter wine – your kiss becomes my womb oh sightless are the wise my friend and homeless are the rich legless is the marathon and fortune digs the ditch fame is just an ashen urn - eternity a joke should my heart you never spurn - love frees me from this yoke should my heart you never spurn - love frees me from this yoke
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GODS OF MAN 03:30
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This Much We Know seasons come and go this much we know love will ebb and love will flow morning light does glow this Much We Know flowers live and die under the sky children play and children cry rain comes by and by under the sky you set your heart aside no compass guide from love's truth you fairly hide choir awaits the bride no compass guide in gray and fearful mist you once were kissed still you abide and do resist what miracle is this you once were kissed heroes now are strong not right or wrong the phantom night is empty long there's time for one last song not right or wrong seasons come and go this much we know love will ebb and love will flow morning light does glow this much we know
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ROCKIN' THE CRADLE In battle's lull before apocalypse foretold came a human sight never to behold shadowed by knights in blue chain mail hordes of women in sack and veil desert ocean filled with billowing sail! they walked silent onto red streaming plain a mysterious one said to all that remained: "Unite our hands together as we are able! "This war is over we're rockin' the cradle- on both sides of your carnival show! rockin' the cradle - taking the power! - 'till men learn the ebb and the flow! "This war is over we're rockin' the cradle- on both sides of your carnival show! this war is over we're rockin' the cradle- of civilization high and low! "This war is over we're rockin' the cradle- of civilization high and low! this war is over we're rockin' the cradle- of civilization high and low! this war is over we're rockin' the cradle- of civilization high and low! this war is over we're rockin' the cradle- of civilization high and low! this war is over we're rockin' the cradle- of civilization high and low!"

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released August 8, 2017

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MOTH NOR RUST San Francisco, California

Frank Garvey's MOTH NOR RUST is a world-confusion-science-friction-scabaret heavy-mental-prankster-rap musical-dharma atomic-bum-shelter-hellevator-muzak band.

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