VOL. 2
   No. 6
Fall
2011

LYRICS


THE STAR OF BANNACK

Under the lamplight's flickering gleam
in the dust of the dancehall floor
the beautiful star of Bannack lies
never to shine no more

Her beauty that once was pure and sweet
as the sun in a yellow rose
now lies in the dust at the miner's feet
and the sweat that clings to their clothes

She had a sweetheart good and true
in the East which she left behind
when she came to the West as so many do
her fame and her fortune to find

Her fame she did find on the dancehall floor
where her beauty would turn men's heads
She was queen of the starts in the smoke choked sky
now the beautiful star is dead

Her's was a heart that knew not it's own thorns
a flower so wild and fair
she trusted her friends and did never dream
a bullet would find her there
a bullet would find her there

Now many an eye with tears is wet
and many a laugh is still
for the beautiful star of Bannack lies
in a grave on the lonely hill



CONSEQUENCE

Every word that comes out of my mouth
seems so damning right after it's said
and I wish I'd a heart that could sing you a song
that said nothing at all and left nobody dead
left nobody dead

And every time that I part my lips
I watch the bodies fall out of my mouth
and every sentiment I deem sincere
spends such a short time in the air
before it turns south
before it turns south

But I wish, my love, I could sing to you
yeah I wish more than anything to bring to you
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
without a single word

If I sing here without substance
if I sing without my weight
there is nobody here that I can destroy
and no idol that I can desecrate
With words that I mean
I say so much more
than I ever intend
I will break down the door
to your heart and your mind I will leave you behind
in a trail of despair that I've woven from air

But I wish, my love, I could sing to you
yeah I wish more than anything to bring to you
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
all the pieces of my heart
without a single word

and I hope that maybe just this once
I might sing without the consequence
of my words after they're born
of my words after they're born
of my words after they're born
from my head