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adam ezra group - keepin' on lyrics

the wind blows gusting torrents
past the vendors in the streets
and the morning glistens softly
off the heros and cheats
i can hear the raucous rhythm
as my heart beats with the dawn
it’s another day out ramblin
yeah i’ll be keepin on

and the colors burn like phoenix
on the canvas of the times
beauty and repulsion
hand in hand are flipping dimes
the stenographer keeps busy
but he skips the subtle songs
you’ve got to listen like the hunted
yeah i’ll be keepin on

i’m walkin with a purpose
though i don’t know where i go
i may hit the bulls eye running
i may never even know
yesterday may still just happen
as tomorrow starts again
they’ll smile like i’m familiar
like they know just where i’ve been
and i’m shaking hands with strangers
taste their colors on my tongue
like the sunrise on the mountain
like the br-ss band in my lungs
it exhausts me to euphoria
it rings me like a gong
a peaceful bliss in whirling everything
yeah i’ll be keepin on

meanwhile the righteous politicians
in the end all have their price
they’re holed up with the preachers
in the alley playin dice
and it all comes down like clockwork
and the clock it plays along
it may lull the eager supplicants
but i’ll be keepin on

and our brothers and our sisters
march out over foreign lands
in the mountains and the oceans
in the jungles and the sands
and our hearts are marching with them
and we want them homeward bound
we’ll insist and then we’ll shout
and then we will tear this whole place down
and if that ain’t patriotic
grab a book and have a read
dissension based upon morality’s
how this country came to be
and we’ll raise a rebel ruckus
voices howl until they’re gone
the patriotic faithful
yeah we’ll be keepin on

and i promise i won’t judge you
by the way you comb your hair
or how you live or who you answer to
in times of desperate prayer
if you’re afraid to chat with sinners
then i’ll just shake your palm
i still love you sister/brother
yeah i’ll be keepin on

meanwhile jesus has a theme park
and our country is a brand
owned by fifty men in china
who have purchased all the land
and we’re selling arms for money
’cause that’s what we do we the best
get ’em made by lockheed martin
where the in crowd will invest
and our oil comes from lands that claim
the west’s a crooked blight
sometimes i sit down, soak it in
and gotta wonder if they’re right
it’s enough to make you dizzy
play the fool or play along
my dunce cap’s tall and mighty
yeah i’ll be keeping on

i’m past the point of cryin
my reserves are in the drain
but i’m scratchin like a tom cat
and i’m tumblin like rain
thinkin ’bout the answers
when all i’ll know before i’m gone
is that i’m nothing without everyone
yeah i’ll be keepin on

the crime lords got their pardons
and are now out on the prowl
the sprawling whirlwind marketplace
sells voodoo candy now
the dandelion plagiarists
they pop up like disease
and the investment hungry pirates
are all doing as they please
and the yawning vestal virgins
all have given up the dream
the prosthetic profit con-men
will soon be comin clean
the road to peace is just about
as dark as it is long
with my canteen and my walking stick
i’ll be keepin on

yes i will stand up on the mountain
shouting let the b-st-rds come
dirty and exhausted
chew defiance like it’s gum
’cause us troubadours turn taps
into a jubilation song
shuffling past infinity
yeah we’ll be keepin on

yeah it’s music that i’m talkin ’bout
the rhythms that i breath
the shady deals in tin pan alley
to the rustling of the trees
the gun shots and the rain drops
our sorrow and our pride
it stuffs me like a suitcase
it takes me for a ride
and our planet spits out hip hop
and the city hums in time
from the babies sleeping soundly
to the restless futile crimes
when i read the paper over bacon
when i’m shuffling through the throngs
i’m humbled by it’s beauty
yeah i’ll be keepin on

the midnight highway’s soothing
’cause it knows the way back home
which is somewhere in the ether
of our history’s churning foam
and we’re shaky but instinctual
like the legs of newborn fawn
balance: it’s overrated
yeah we’ll be keepin on

the owl is looking over me
it knows me like itself
all of my desires saved
for later on the shelf
there’s dirt beneath my fingernails
there’s havoc in my yawn
i will love with crisp abandon
yeah i’ll be keepin on

the wind blows gusting torrents
past the vendors in the streets…

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