"1000 Engines" by Bruiser and Bicycle
"1000 Engines" is taken from Bruiser and Bicycle's 'Holy Red Wagon', out April 5 via Topshelf Records
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lyrics:
Flip, hourglass, until the overcast reset hours back
They're looking for a chance to invite you to sleep
They'll harvest all your teeth for your work
Dropping the scythe, the reaper’s in your sight
Playing chess on the beach to keep out of his reach
But your bound for the grip it’s a limited escape to exert
It’s time to wake so rise and shine
We’ll chase the silver spade, the dirt will rise
So open your eyes ‘cause there’s a rumble in the soil
The snake will tell you drink the oil
The guise will stretch through the skies
You can hear it through your lifespan
1000 engines that rev through the land to cast the command
‘Cause even when you’re in your right mind
They’ll kick the dust when the task is assigned
to smoke you to blind; surprise
We’re on the bay, not walking anymore
Not alive, never dead, just talking to the shore
‘Till we all stop turning, unconcerning
Drop the knife to seize the yearning
You’re running miles and shouting at the dust
Not unlike the relentless shifting in the crust
You incite the squalling, fit for brawling
Through the wind I hear you calling
Lest the world forget the trickling sands
That taunt the ones who don’t demand an extension of time
There’s a peace inside in the dirt
We lean into the everlasting hand
In hopes that we’ll climb
You can hear it through your lifespan
1000 engines that rev through the land to cast the command
‘Cause even when you’re in your right mind
They’ll kick the dust when the task is assigned
to smoke you to blind; surprise
… and who is that on the road, talking in the sky?
Are they lost or alone? ‘Cause so are you and I.
Are we bound for the stones just to roam?
Aimlessly, we’re running. Will we find our way home?
Yesterday I saw a plane crash into a star
Now judgement day has begun and you know who you are
You’re running fast, running far just to roam
Aimlessly you’re running. Will you find your way home?
The wicked hand might twist you sideways
So blow the fife while you sharpen the blade
