four winds

bright eyes'in yakında çıkacak olan son albümü öncesi iştah açıcı olarak piyasaya sürdüğü şarkısı.

your class, your cash, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
there's people always dying trying to keep them alive.
his body's decomposing in containers tonight
in an abandoned building where...

a squatters made a mural of a mexican girl
with 15 cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl.
she's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
four winds blow through the air.

but when great satan's gone,
the whore of babylon
she just can't sustain
the pressure where it's placed
she caves.

the bible's blind, the torah's deaf, the qu'ran is mute.
if you read them all together you'd get close to the truth.
still, they're pouring over sanskrit on the ivy league moons
while shadows lengthen the sun.

cast all the school and meditation built to soften the times
and hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds.
it's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
four winds, cry until it comes.

and it's the song of man
slouching towards bethlehem
a heart just can't contain all of that empty space
it breaks, it breaks, it breaks

well i went back i rent a cadillac, a company jet
like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps.
on the way to casa dega to commune with the dead
they said, "you'd better look alive."

i was off to old dakota where a genocide sleeps
in the black hills, the bad lands, the callous east
i've buried my ballast, i made my peace
with four winds, levelling the pines.

but when great satan's gone,
the whore of babylon
she just can't remain
with all that outer space
she caves.
she caves.
she caves.
she caves.