Wheat Kings click to show Sundown in the Paris of the Prairies
Wheat Kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather-vane Jesus
In a Zippo lighter you see the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in the killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new
Besides no one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
Let's just see what the morning brings
There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up and after dark
The walls are lined all yellow, gray, and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers
Wheat Kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the tomorrow brings
Late-breaking story on the CBC
A nation whispers, "We always knew that he'd go free"
They add, "You can't be fond of living in the past,
Cause if you are then there is no way you're going to last"
Wheat Kings and pretty things
Let's just see what the morning brings
Wheat Kings and pretty things
That's what tomorrow brings
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
Last edited by Baraka_Guru; 12-13-2008 at 07:53 AM..
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