I've been runnin' all night, the sweat's wet on my brow There's a voice in my head, that drives me down It's our people callin', says, "we need you here" And it's half past four, and we're shifting gear When the dam breaks and the water comes a flood, And Rosetta laid it out from above Don't need no horse at all We're on a thing that's called a Basin Run We're gonna sprint all the way there, Basin Run The night sky's spinning, spinning along Antares is missing, that must be wrong The stars have got me hypnotized And we're speeding into a new sunrise When the water comes, rising up the bluff We'll come running, comin' in from above Don't need no buggy at all We're on a thing that's called a Basin Run We're gonna sprint all the way there, Basin Run No more speed, we're almost there Shoreline's changed, now gotta take care Last hill to pass, here we go And the water's rising from below In my mind, that forgotten song Our ancestors sang when they moved along Can't pack up the tents -- water's too strong Yet another home is gone When the water rises, and you're not sure what to do We'll come running, running down to you We don't need no motor at all We're on a thing called a Basin Run We climbed up to the sky Now we're on long, long Basin Run We're on a thing that's called a Basin Run
Posted on 2013-07-20 16:43.
'Twas brillig, and the sandy slopes Did gyre and gimble ('spite lack of waves) All beachy were the castle-rows And the molpys outgrabe. "Beware the Ignorance, Cuegan! The whys that gnaw, the hows that itch! Beware the shrug-shrug bird, and shun The flooded seaside ditch!" They took dilgunnerangs in hand; Long time the water's source they sought -- So rested she by the Baobab tree; He stood awhile in thought. And, as in endless pix they sought, The Ignorance, with wormy brain, Came pressing down upon their thought, And hid the source of rain. One, two! One, two! And through and through The uffish pair pressed on the track! They forged ahead, to river's head And went galumphing back. "And, has thou o'ercame the Ignorance? Come to my arms, my plucksome pair! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in joyful air." 'Twas brillig, and the sandy slopes Did gyre and gimble ('spite lack of waves) All beachy were the castle-rows And the molpys outgrabe.
Posted on 2013-05-28 05:37.