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Holy Ranger Lyrics

Down On The Spirit Farm
Words and Music Copyright by Martin Jack Rosenblum
Recorded History: Demo on the album No Freedom, Honey, 2000; Final version on the album Down On The Spirit Farm, 1994; also on the 10th Anniversary album of the same title with different liner notes, 2004; radio mix on the album Under Wicked Moon, 2000; Re-mastered version on the album Down On The Spirit Farm, 12th Anniversary Edition, 2006.

I.
You say you got children
Children one or two
You want to protect them
From the other side and you
Pretend this is original
Some kind of different death
That is just way too final
It sucks away your lover’s breath
You need to survive it
You need to survive it
You need to survive it
You call it a bond not to break
That is convenience sacred

Like that night in the Black Hills

That rides your hand like a snake
Crawling down a hallway
Under the spurs of some shaman
His fingernails cut a lady
She has given him blood
But destruction is just water
Rolling beneath a dream plantation
Washing down on the spirit farm
Down on the spirit farm

II.
You say you must be dying
Dying once or twice
Like some ghost cowboy riding
Kicking you into poetic dust
Away from those who love you
Branding all breeds of trust
There is peeling paint
Drifting off the walls
You even got an answering machine for skeleton calls
That always come
That always come
That always come
But even the angel Gabriel can never run

Away from what hurts you

You pretend to deal with it and you melt near the sun
Crawling down a hallway
Under the spurs of shaman
His fingernails cut a lady
She has given him blood
But destruction is just water
Rolling beneath a dream plantation
Washing down on the spirit farm
Down on the spirit farm
Down on the spirit farm

III.
There is a kind of crossroads
One road or two
That you cannot stand for
Because you are you
Because you are you
Because you are you
The wind crawls in your window
The one above the sink
And the only possibility
Is to have another drink
The sky looks like the ground
The clouds appear as trees
But you dismiss all this

Because you think a curse comes in threes

But you even lost count like a snake not free from its disease
Crawling down a hallway
Under the spurs of shaman
His fingernails cut a lady
She has given him blood
But destruction is just water
Rolling beneath a dream plantation
Washing down on the spirit farm
Down on the spirit farm
Down on the spirit farm
Down on the spirit farm

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