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melvin burch - america lyrics

ahh, yes: america
the only land i’ve ever known; home
the only place where you better roll or let the punch knock your soul out
no doubt, i can roll with the best of ’em
no clout, i can flow with the rest of ’em
gotta make a name, though
gotta make a name, though, they say
they’ll make you feel ashamed of loving the way your name holds weight to you without their mouths ever getting a taste
oh, as you stare from the window, finally at peace, finally able to be, you remember how you’ve been told
gotta make a name, though
gotta make a name, though
a name as strong as…

america

nothing stronger, ’til you stare a little longer and see the frailty
don’t be afraid, it all settles down
tell yourself they can cross-examine, but they’ll never nail me
so much mess, so much mess
each day a test, and each night a pop quiz
no reason around, an abundance of nonsense
100 of comments in this one section
but when you see a face, do you even question how they’re doing in…

america

have you never felt alone in america?
have you never felt not at home in america?
have you never felt exposed in america?
have you never been in the throes of america?

america

you see, america walks with its skin free
saying “there can still be a heart where there’s no sleeve”
indeed, i can feel my heart swell as i stand naked before her
promise, opportunity, desire; chasing after spectacle tirelessly
i can’t wait to make a podcast about america
to talk forever about america
how through its gate/gait, i saw the gold, and believed that i, too, should walk in that way
have you seen the spoils?
have you seen the treasure?
i’ve seen it on the screens since birth
i’ve seen it in church
i’ve even heard that it’s in the earth
i’ma get to it, i’ma get to it
wherever it is, i’ma get to it, and when i get to it, it would only be right to yell…

america

but you see, i heard time has run out
the jig is up
the unraveling has begun
the foundation is crumbling
you can hear it in the mumblings
you can hear it in the yells as more people reach the reward

america

and another brick turns to dust, unable to support her and him and it and them and us
another step is lost; the gate/gait becomes rickety
as everyone and everything is favored
and yes, that is the idea of…

america

so who can say it is the time to hate or the time to love?
because if the jig is truly in the sky above
we can either go out or go crazy
if we go out, it is not the time to create
for there will be nothing to behold and embrace what you have brought forth
nothing to care for it if it were to lose track of you
and its life would be short and as meaningless as ours
if love is lost, it is never to be found
but if we go crazy, to create is the way to make sane
whatever your sane may be
to remember the days
to remember the nights
to have something to gain
to have something for pain
to have something to say:
hey
i have felt
i have wanted
i have fought
i have denied
i have hurt
i have helped
i have been
perhaps to find a way forward
a way past the end
to rise from an ash to begin something that you have never seen in…

america

beyond the products
plans
release dates
ch0r-s
bores
fords
fans
tweets
posts
articles
dust bunnies
barnacles
candidates
lies
ideas
opinions
voices
gatekeepers
tastemakers
influencers
choices
journalists
bloggers
resource hoggers
princes
paupers
movers
shakers
talkers
silence
indifference
apathy
injustices
the public
the love when you think about them
the kisses
the hugs and the goodbyes
the h-llos
the hooks, lines, and sinkers
blinkers
the right
the left
the only see the extreme-ers
the inbetweeners
tragedy
conspiracy
orchestration
initiative
indoctrination
payments
bills
exes
texts
s-x
stress
sounds
sights
lights
darkness
targets
wal-marts
tears
smiles
disease
affliction
illness
ceilings
oppression
torture
deception
connections
best friends
family
something
nothing
and what may lie in the middle
beyond whatever you’ve found in…

america

- melvin burch lyrics

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