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| Monument V (Ottershagen) |
| In a foreign land I saw the future arrive carried by winds from which I could not hide A messenger of fortune bringer of the tides and his sheer appearance made the desert com alive |
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| I was expecting a Shaman of mystery and Pride but to my great surprise he wore a shirt and tie He wore a gold tuxedo a cigar and a grim smile He opened up his suitcase and he looked me in the eye |
| Take a look around as they harvest off the ground the sons of pioneers and the dreams thay've found take a look at the natives in their basic settlemenst out in Cadillac Desert I have placed their monument |
| These monuments were here before the Anasazi came long before the Hopi made the plateaus to their place And after the last Navaho and mobile home have left the monuments come to life while civillisation rests |
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| Behold the damms that drowns the land like a tide Behold the pipelines that makes rivers flowing dry Behold the wires brings daylight to the night Behold the desert the coyotes gruesome cry |
| Beware the settler laying the lowland waste Beware the the gunman pulls the trigger in a haste Beware the tourist and his lack of taste Beware the future from this sacred place |
| Tell me now what I have become and whether my faith is to just carry on I bleed for the ones that I love These days a bleeding heart just ain't enough |
| Tell me now, what I have become and whether my faith is to just carry on |
| I bleed for the ones that I love these days a bleeding heart just ain't enough |