Dead Kings
from For Everyone by Chet Vincent
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She grew up on the railroad tracks
that ran right through her yard
and watched her daddy hang out back
fixing up his cars
And she grew up watching pick-pocket types
hide out in the streets
and the hot concrete burned her feet
and left scars all down her knees
And she will talk of every brick as if
it were made of honey
she will walk the streets and live out
the stories she's been told
she will pick through rubble
that means much more to her than gold
And it's hard to imagine that in this aging city
of only three hundred thousand or more
someone could care for every crack in a sidewalk
broken window or splintered door
Even Robinson Crusoe
watched his green seas turn to red
it's always the poor old drunks
who get tossed beneath the treads
of the skeleton machines
that tear whole towns to wrecks
leaving only a compass to guide us
or the rope to wring our necks
But let 'em talk all they want
about their wedding bands
when it's dark they slip them off their
crooked cheatin' hands
hide 'em deep inside
the pockets of their jeans
And it's hard to imagine quarters at the bottom of a well
or the ringing of a forgotten chained up chapel bell
or the television and the half asleep stares
of fools who don't care what they sell
or give away
We can tear down all the wire
rip the bugs out of the wall
chase the black vans off our street
when we're done
all that will remain
is the ground breaking up
beneath our feet
and it's hard to imagine hanging costumes in a room
or a project flower box in bloom
or a dead king counting gold coins in a tomb
or a plaster cast of the footprints on the moon
And it's hard to imagine the color of the all seeing eye
a steady hand in a troubled ever changing sky
or invisible heart - lord knows I've tried
but I do know when I die she won't ask why
she'll just bring me back to life
that ran right through her yard
and watched her daddy hang out back
fixing up his cars
And she grew up watching pick-pocket types
hide out in the streets
and the hot concrete burned her feet
and left scars all down her knees
And she will talk of every brick as if
it were made of honey
she will walk the streets and live out
the stories she's been told
she will pick through rubble
that means much more to her than gold
And it's hard to imagine that in this aging city
of only three hundred thousand or more
someone could care for every crack in a sidewalk
broken window or splintered door
Even Robinson Crusoe
watched his green seas turn to red
it's always the poor old drunks
who get tossed beneath the treads
of the skeleton machines
that tear whole towns to wrecks
leaving only a compass to guide us
or the rope to wring our necks
But let 'em talk all they want
about their wedding bands
when it's dark they slip them off their
crooked cheatin' hands
hide 'em deep inside
the pockets of their jeans
And it's hard to imagine quarters at the bottom of a well
or the ringing of a forgotten chained up chapel bell
or the television and the half asleep stares
of fools who don't care what they sell
or give away
We can tear down all the wire
rip the bugs out of the wall
chase the black vans off our street
when we're done
all that will remain
is the ground breaking up
beneath our feet
and it's hard to imagine hanging costumes in a room
or a project flower box in bloom
or a dead king counting gold coins in a tomb
or a plaster cast of the footprints on the moon
And it's hard to imagine the color of the all seeing eye
a steady hand in a troubled ever changing sky
or invisible heart - lord knows I've tried
but I do know when I die she won't ask why
she'll just bring me back to life
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from For Everyone,
released August 23, 2011
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Chet Vincent Pittsburgh
Chet Vincent is a singer-songwriter from PGH, PA. His current bands are:
The Music
Industry
(rock/folk/psych)
Molly Alphabet
(country)
Former Projects:
The Big Bend
(rock/blues)
Biirdwatcher
(acoustic/folk)
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