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  1. Keepin' On

From the recording Daniel The Brave

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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 brass 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’m 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 bastards 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 over rated - 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...