Butch Femme Planet - What Are You Listening to Now?

|....CORREVEIDILE :: Run, Go Tell Him

Land of oblivion, impossible roulette
time still puts out the fire
who wants to look themselves in the eyes now
who wants to discover the stars now

On the clock the hours fold their wings
the women go dressed in sorrow
a mourning look in their eyes screams at the world
come, peace and stop, wars.

Run, go tell him, run, go tell him
Run, go tell him, that I have the weapon
Run, go tell him, run, go tell him
Run, go tell him, that I buried the weapon

Mad hope watches over every corner
troops of grief attacking the giant
that bombards beloved places
and by the moment vanishes the light

How absorbed the women weave
with black thread and lace adornments
a tapestry of a boy laughing innocent
among grenades and rivers of blood

Run, go tell him, run, go tell him
Run, go tell him, that I have the weapon
Run, go tell him, run, go tell him
Run, go tell him, that I buried the weapon

Life’s short, autumns go by, says the jailer
more lost children, patience used up and dashed desires
that this story could have a different ending
and that this time other lights would remain burning
unripe flights, flags that refuse to fly

disobedient, brazen,
standing up to the fatherland and the general himself
they’re not alone, history is with their truth
it’s not worth it, it’s not worth anything

Run, go tell him, run, go tell him
Run, go tell him, that I have the weapon
Run, go tell him, run, go tell him
Run, go tell him, that I buried the weapon

Wounded breast, slaves to selflessness and love
harvesting hopes... always free