Brett Horton - I Hail

I hail from where the wells are dented with hail
Where the water is bottled and the wind is for sale

Funnel clouds formed above one pregnant lost love
Tornadoes flew round while we hid underground

Trains traveled the towns not long ago
Carried freight and passengers to To and to Fro

The elders all spoke of a golden era bygone
When the bells had been rung and the freedoms were won

Whispers of a far away tyrant turned into loud screams
Til the tanks all got closer and they rolled over dreams

The outspoken few rallied and roused the rebels
But eventually the light of their candle was dimmed

A hush fell over the harsh land, all minds were at command
No eye contact, not a free word spoken

Flash floods making mud of dirt roads
Trying to make sense of codes that never had an earthly meaning

I was forced to work as a ship clerk in a gray dismal warehouse
Where we stacked the blue, brainwashing chip

At sunset, when I finished my shift, as I walked to my compartment
I gazed long into the flat plains, wondered where the sun sank

I think, and I thought, there was something I nearly forgot
Standing at the junction, what's wrong with me?
Something's right- a malfunction

Jobs being scarce, all the neighbors were scattered
All their plans were shattered
They battered their brains up trying to figure out where to go
What to do? Who to see? How long? How much?

As the days marched on like sentinels
I slowly and steadily plotted my escape and awaited the day

At daybreak I kissed goodbye to the lovely countryside
Where my ancestors had all lived and had died

I donned a disguise and I fled under wide open skies
Through woodlands, through desert, over mountains, through lies

Crossing dilapidated bridges almost tumbling down
Into roaring rivers below where hopes had drowned

I wandered anonymously in distant territories
With multifarious crowds through the concrete jungles

Seeking an honest living to build a family
But where I went they all shouted
"Hey immigrant, what do you want?"

And at night, when I lay near the wretched
And we share the last scraps
I remember
I remember to back where I came
I remember, yes I do, and I'll go back to tell it again

For there was a feeling there
It was building up in the air
There was a feeling there
It was building up everywhere

But now, they don't speak of it
Don't speak of it, don't speak of it
Don't speak of it
Get! on top of it
Get on top of it, get on top of it
Or be getting off of it
Or be getting off of it
Or be getting off of it
We're just arriving!

Written by:
Brett Horton

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