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Hurricanes

from The Sun Swings Low by Owen Monroy

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Its you who call me down, you shoot me with the sound
Its the casual way you speak of casualties
The news leaves me alone, to feel the bullets and the holes
That fly with our hornets over seas
Its my friends that call me tame, among other names
While the dragons in my fists are breathing flames

While I’m passive I’ve got a door
There is a threshold the bed is the floor
go ahead shoot your guns and sleep on your furs I’m not calling you a fool but I’ll be praying as rule
As you speak of peace and stir the hurricanes

I will not act your fool, be your matador or bull
Drive swords in the backs of those believing
You can vote for hope and change
Put a suit up on a stage but the state of man will still be needing

If war is the game at hand, you need the aces I understand
I’ll settle for less famous kings and queens
If you think your day is nice, try rolling mortal dice
Place your bets, place your bets on your best friend

In protest of my will, you can scale the tallest hill
But the mountains of my grief will still be looming
And when under heavy fire, is there nothing to admire
In fighting for your life and only bleeding

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from The Sun Swings Low, released January 17, 2011
Guitar/Vocal - Owen Monroy
Upright Bass - Will Lovell
Pump Organ - Glade Sowards
Drums - Brian Thurber

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