05 / Romantic Collapse
The Cost of Silver
Dust kicks up beneath my boots Sun burns on the tin Men in jackets pressed and clean Ask what side I’m in They count favors, count the coins Measure every man I was not raised in this dust Just to kiss a hand Ay señores, miren bien No nací para vender Mi palabra vale más Que su ley de papel They build houses on the hill Iron gates and stone Speak of order, speak of peace From a guarded throne But the wind across this land Answers to no king And the blood inside my veins Will not wear your ring In this town of heat and wire Where the whispers crawl Some men bend to rise up higher Some refuse it all I have seen what silver buys I have seen the cost Names erased and spines undone Souls forever lost Ay mi tierra, dame voz Que retumbe el son Que no mande aquí el dinero Más que el corazón They invite me to their table Pour a heavy glass Smile thin and speak of future Built on buried past Say a man must choose a side Choose the winning flame But a fire that feeds on fear Only brands your name I would rather walk alone Under burning sky Than be seated in your shadow Learning how to lie I would rather earn my bread With these calloused hands Than be owned by velvet ropes Or your silent plans Ahora digan todos Que la tierra es libre Que la sangre no se compra Que el orgullo vive No se vende, no se dobla No se calla, no No se vende, no se dobla Aquí mando yo When the trumpets cut the air Let them hear it clear I am not your quiet man I am standing here When the morning floods the square Cold and bright and wide I remain what I have been Name intact and pride unbroken, side by side with the open sky.Back to The Land of Silver and Sorrow