Stop the Engines

February 27, 2001 by  

I have come down unknown paths

To the sand on the shoreline

Like a last man standing at the ends of the earth

I have come here to speak

With the ocean

With the ocean

 

I do not recognise your currency

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

 

The silence is seething all around me

The spirits of the dead will live again

The tide slips and flows with the cycles of the sun and the moon

The spirits of the dead will live again

 

From far across the water like a silvery dawn

The words blew in from the atlantic

“If you lock yourselves in cages of fear you will never taste you freedom”

You will never taste your freedom

You will never taste your freedom”

 

I do not recognise your currency

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

 

“Do not look over your shoulder

Hell is just as bad as you imagine it to be

The spirits of the dead will live again

The Spirits of the dead they will live again”

 

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

Stop the engines

 

Words by Mark from “Cactus Farming At The Ends Of The Earth” first published by Miracle Grow 2001.

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