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Here on the Ground

by Luke Thompson




Outside the door are the empty the poor
are the lives that are living no more
Some of them grievers or broken believers
or used in some meaningless war
Go see for yourself if you think it'll help
but I just cannot go there no more
Oh Lord, I will not go outside the door

Down on the street, there's a rhythm a beat
you get caught up you'll never get free
A humming of heat to a strumming of feet
you forget who you wanted to be
and under the madness an echoing sadness
that whispers you'll never be free
No Lord, I will not go down on the street

Out into the city, the groosem the gritty
the lovers, livers and lonely Away
from my eyes in the thick fog the cries
of the bleeding, broken and breaking
Your name there is nothing the street signs are bluffing
They'll put you wherever they please
No Lord, I will not go into the city

Im already jaded, already I'm fading
There's nothing to learn or to know
Oh Lord, I will not go

Under the bridge there, the shadowy ridge there
that hides and is keeping us hid
Where nothing is growing nor sunlight is showing
or shining on all that we did
and the rumble of cars that goes bellowing past
they're just running away with the wind
No Lord, I will not go under the bridge

Out into the battle, they lead you like cattle
and even they got their own laws
you wont be locked up there nor shot or shocked up there
for shooting a man to the floor
they train you and break you, and re-educate you
but wont tell you why or what for
No Lord, I will not go into the war

Up into the sky where the great engines fly
where they throw you and roll you like dice
We've conquered the moon with explosions and fumes
we have conquered the universe high
But Looking back down there's a reasoning sound
that says nobody gets out alive
No Lord I will not go into Sky

There's no one around just the beckoning sound
and there's no room to dream or to grow
Oh Lord, I will not go

Here on the Ground we are lost we are found
we are lonely and spinning around
away from the crowds and the armies of clowns
away from the carnival sounds
and out of the deep where the tectonic sleeps
and darkness will follow you down
Oh Lord, Just let me stay Here on the Ground


released February 11, 2008


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Luke Thompson New Zealand

In The Trials and Tribulations of Adam and His Seed, Thompson turns his attention to everything from biblical themes to politics and privilege and the bittersweet nostalgia of fairy tales in a world of modern anxiety. It may have taken five years to carve out the work within, but Thompson’s expansive, philosophical album has been set free right on time. ... more

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