"Greta" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:

I think we could have seen it
the smoke was rising slow
against the night
the screens and mirrors glowed

As we were shaping stories
and looking through the glass
the sky was moving 
and the planets offered up the past

I say we should have seen it
the light was in the east
while we were blind sculpting songs
about waging peace
———


Never, never would I, never would I believe
believe we got here
Never, never would I believe that we could be so dull

Dull to the way of our voices
And the uptick of our choices

Never, never could I, never could I 
Believe in this show

I am looking for, looking for a way out, way out of this moment

Never, never would I, never would I believe
Believe we bought this
Never, Never would I believe that we could be so cold

Cold to the way of our counting
And the weight of all fears mounting

Never, never could I, never could I
Believe in this show

I am looking for, looking for a way out, way out of this moment

 
One more time we need, need only be silent
We will reap a field of coal, harvest of pain
Only one thing is needed for the triumph of evil
It’s for good men to do nothing nothing nothing nothing

I am looking for, looking for a way out, way out of this moment

Break Our Fall

Greta

"The Poet Nurse And The Identical Queen" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:
She bled so hard during his birth
she was the middle child, the poet nurse
to the union dying swayback horse
and the future of the universe

can we get the king to catch the cannonball
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with a smile a mile wide

She found her son’s heart that lives in a lucky unlucky man
To the strangers chest she holds her hand
he getting lost in the ceiling fan
and his modified American plan

can we get the king to catch the cannonball
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with a smile a mile wide

The outcast, is digging in the yard
He found the mast of the Scottish second guard
But wait, when he found the Van Gogh
but no one lent an ear

can we get the king to catch the cannonball
When he was on the high wire
And the queen was on the trapeze, hanging from her knees
She could see revolution in the nose bleeds with a smile a mile wide

Isn’t there a peace we all been looking for
Day and night Far and wide
Don’t everybody got to just grab hold, lock souls
All rising and prizing on the high tide

The Poet Nurse And The Identical Queen

Protest Songs 1924 – 2012

Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Us Around

Current Swell - Gunshots - Ulysses

MOSAIC

Extension

"As Old As I" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:
higher yet my love, the water is rising 
up on the counter my love, grab a hold tightly — 
don’t you let go my dear, I can’t let you die 
Til your old as I, as old as I, old as I 

look both ways my dear, don’t trip on your laces
But here you lie shot in your sleep by a bullet gone stray 
you gave me your blessing, to keep you alive til ur 
old as I, as old as I, as old as I …  
  
I’ll take all your baggage, and I’ll give you mine,
For the passage of the time, for the distance as old as i, as old as I … as old as I

As Old As I

"The Legend of Connie Hawkins" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:
Down on the courts in Bed Stuy
A legend rose from the streets
Just a poor kid with no use for what the others called gravity 

People came from all around to see young connie Hawkins do his thing
When the hawk went up against the best at Rucker park
oh how the choir would sing   

High flying kid do you know what you just did 

Is It just a dream love, is it just a dream love, steady you go
Hey pa I think I’m gonna make it, I’m going away on a one way ticket 
Is it just a dream love, is it just a dream love, steady you go 
round here those are always sinking, folks will say connie what were you thinking 

He lead the team in Highschool he never once got beat two years in a row
Got a scholarship to Iowa and knew that he had to go
he sent a letter home, to his papa, said papa I’m going to the nba 
But then out of nowhere his name got dropped into a scandal, always someone got to pay 

I got to got to got to get going now pop, there’s a detective here from the DA 
He’s telling me they’ll lock me away, if I don’t say what he wants me to saaaaaaaay 

So to all the kids on the back home lots, I swear it isn’t like they say 
the investigators pushed me around, and then I was black balled by the nba 

That playground legend, who could dunk when he was eleven, with super natural abilities, long before MJ before the Doctor. 
His Dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in, never got his day in the sun 
And now here lies High Flying Hawkins the greatest player that never was

So to all the kids on the back home lots, I swear it isn’t like they say 
the investigators pushed me around, and I was black balled by the nba 
His Dreams were stolen, stomped on and thrown in, never got his day in the sun 
And now here lies High Flying Hawkins the greatest player there ever was

The Legend of Connie Hawkins

"Silent Type" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:
Rode our horses in the pelting rain over the graves of the last war
Rooster was on a tare about something he’d seen the night before
Then he went quiet, when his horse stopped still in the night
I guess every now and then he the silent type 

From a ramshackle shotgun house we heard a woman just a screaming a name 
said why’d they take him lord, he hasn’t done a thing
But in that moment seemed god slipped out of sight
I guess every now and then he the silent type 
I guess every now and then he the silent type 

Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall

Further up the trail we came to ghastly sight
a man hanging from an old oak tree, for looking someone in the eye 
I asked the governor but he ducked back from the light 
I guess every now and then he the silent type 
I guess every now and then he the silent type 

Another storm is coming, we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
Another storm is coming, 
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall

we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall
we gotta take a stand, so we don’t fall

Silent Type

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