TRASHTALKING COUNTY
It’s a trash talking country, it’s a trash talking world.
It’s a trash talking country, sawdust & ashes on the crown of faith.
Sturdy oak in the orchard, oblivious to the plums.
If somebody wanted to eliminate me, they’d find me over and above.
Great liberators they come and go shaping facts to lies.
You can command a distance of a thousand miles in the blink of an eye.
I hired a boat and set out by moonlight to listen to the frost.
I’ve been broken by love so many times I don’t remember what I lost.
I’ve laid down in the middle of the road, I’ve challenged my fate.
Wherever I go I carry I carry the gold no man can touch in my suitcase.
It’s a trash talking country, it’s a trash talking world.
It’s a trash talking country, smearing the good name of faith.
I’ve been here in the past, one day I’ll go back to my home.
When I saw her dishes piled in the tub I should’ve known.
I don’t console myself by remembering the famous lady who endured.
Walking all night long to hear the whippoorwill.
No sin that the highest don't assign to the lowest.
My dreams keep revolving toward a higher purpose.
Cockroaches crawl over bullets and never is never late.
Everybody starts over raising pitiful cries in the rain.
It’s a trash talking country, it’s a trash talking world.
It’s a trash talking country, making a mockery of faith.
Men are free to be united but they leave carrying cups of blood.
The purge is in full swing with the auguries of things to come.
The person closest to me I haven’t seen her for ages, only in my dreams.
I got nothing to say to audacious beauty except it’s so obsolete.
She lives in a city with no master, they don’t know how it exists.
Her religion imposes no burden, no cruelty to resist.
The government it’s like a drought, it renounces the greed on which it claims.
It achieves no detachment from suffering, only those it causes pain.
It’s a trash talking country, it’s a trash talking world.
It’s a trash talking country, disintegrating the last remnants of faith.
We interrupt your scheduled broadcast
Before the instruments vaporize.
Wedding bells ring in the sycamore.
I’m running with the stars in my eyes.
They do not shrink from death
As much as they trespass the Man from Planet X.
In the beautiful steel days of loneliness
Everything is vicious & cruel
When the octaves of war
Are rocking and not not rocking.
It’s a trash talking world.
It’s a trash talking country.
All around me I hear them say “freedom”
And know they only mean freedom for themselves.
23 June 2005
Spoken word version from Trashtalking Country.
Copyright © 2005 by Jim Cohn.