Refugees Welcome

lyrics Will James,
guitar/bass/drums Cody Tripp

Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore
He was one of the lucky ones, he survived
He was one of the lucky ones when so many have died
He was one of the lucky ones, he survived

They are our mothers and fathers
They are our sons and daughters
So many have died
Out here in the desert
We hear the children cry
The bombs fall; the rockets fly

Out here on the border
We hear the children cry
Dressed in rags, they are the lucky ones, they survived
They are the lucky ones when so many have died
They are our sons and daughters

Someone saw a ghost sitting on the shore
She was one of the lucky ones, she survived
She was one of the lucky ones when so many died
She was one of the lucky ones, she survived

Lightning & Fog

I've been out here on this undefined ledge

for a long time, I have no idea why.

The world was made with lightning and fog, in bursts

of illumination, in echoes of thunder, reverberating 

in the darkness. I turn the TV on. 

A doll in a powder blue tuxedo and top hat 

dances across the screen.

He knows all the latest moves from a century ago.

I could almost read a book by that light

but I left my reading glasses behind (or maybe

they just fell off my head while I was sleeping).

Beyond the horizon are undulating hills.

A gravedigger could get lost in that terrain,

among the hip bones and clavicles of the dead.

One day those stumps will grow wings,

unfolding, transfigured, rising, luminous as the stars.