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Cass McCombs

American Canyon Sutra

 

American Canyon Sutra

(Album: Tip Of The Sphere - 2019)


Pile of cash Trash
Pinched into a butterfly by a rubber band
Where are you my brothers that I may share these spoils?
Where are you my sisters that I may repay my debt?
What a lot it is to spend this trash alone
What a lot it is, what a lot it is

The garbage dump may have turned
Into a recycling center
But it looks exactly the same
The same broken bed frames
Soggy cardboard, gulls
Same trash I saw here when I was a kid
In fact, this used to be our playground

In American Canyon
Where Walmart employees and customers
Are one and the same
They've even built apartments here
To add a residential coffin to the bargain
Guess I'll stay forever and work for the company store

Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you to share these spoils, this sacred American trash?
Black as my soul is, don't leave me here alone
Here to fall into the bottomless canyon of nightmares
Falling, falling, falling

In American Canyon
Where trucks and homes are bigger
The cops are moistly white
And they have a recycling center
And a Walmart

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