A murder of murderous crows hunt the hawk.
Lust carries her sharp whip at her side
bloated financiers own parliament and press.
that makes them twice the devil you are.
L'histoire est une suite de mensonges
sur lesquels on est d'accord.
Woe to you, blind guides! You swear your oath
but memory’s fading fast.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
You clean the outside of the cup and the dish
Wear these glasses, you will be more handsome
We are three dimensional cross sections
of our four dimensional self.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
There is no let up
There is no end to what we're asked to do.
credits
from Canton,
released April 5, 2012
All Music, Lyrics, Instruments, Vocals - John Stanford