Break Our Fall

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

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LYRICS:
oh my son, don’t you go far
i need you not to go
you are long for this world, stay close to the earth
Just like I told you so

sometimes i feel like we’re falling fast
but we never hit ground
* and as we’re falling
i turn to you
now we know the world ain’t round
now we know the world ain’t round

oh sweet baby you blow my mind
with everything that you do
* we’ll sit right here
for every breath he makes
for the sunlight on his face
and we do it til we break in two
and we do it til we break in two

oh sweet baby you blow my mind
with everything that you do
*you said be strong
for this road that we are on
could be dangerous could be long
*you pour into me
and i’ll pour into you
and we’ll do it til we break in two

oh my son, i see how you fight
now you need to rest
*i know your scared
but we are right here,
pullout bed pulled up near,
with the nurses fighting the fever
like smokejumpers leaving
*their plane for the fire,
and pilot climbs higher
so your dreams don’t get tired
lights blinking all round your head
your like a Giant and the city’s your bed
rest now beautiful boy
you’re going to make it now beautiful boy


sometimes i feel like we’re falling fast
but we never hit ground
*and here we’ll stay,
and fall another day
i can’t remember what to say
where do you think he is
*does he feel our gentle kiss
is he coming back
can i hold him in my lap
away from all of these machines
monitors and IVs
*you pour into me
and i pour into you
we’ll do it til we break in two


oh my son, it’s ok
let the machine breath for you
* you’ll breath again
as soon as you can,
maybe open up your eyes
i think i saw a smile
*when i put the sox game on
on the radio
the light is getting a low
still they do not know
We can’t get any answers
*but you know that it ain’t dark,
in middle of fenway park,
and the crowd sings with all their heart
ah ah ah ah
rest now beautiful boy
rest now my beautiful boy
you going to make it now beautiful boy

Pour Into You

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

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LYRICS:

airstream, poetry, New Orleans, the shape of ur mouth 
cafe cars, corner bars, back roads, we did the south 

And I told the elevator operator 
see u later, there’s a chance I’m not making it down  

the wind and the willows, cigarillos and chairman mao 
Yeah I took a big hit of the counterfeit, but I’m better now

I told the elevator operator 
see u later, there’s a chance I’m not making it down now 
And All you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter there’s a chance that they’re taking you out (now)

And ah if it wasn’t so tragic, I’d tell u everything from start to finish 
But I’m afraid that it would lose its magic
That Slight of hand in the dreamland  
The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven, but everyone was still alive  

You said you were travellin and you put me in ur pocket
You said I tasted like summer, U could feel our pine forest bed 
You words played on repeat in my head, and It took me a while to get you out    

But then I’d get a letter with you still calling me baby 
There’s Pine needles in the parchment and you asking me if I was still searching
For the world that I believed 
and I’d write back not meaning to send 
how I was fixing settle down in some quiet southern town  

Now I know u were with him all the while 
I didn’t think corporate lawyers were your style

And I told the elevator operator
see u later, there’s a chance I’m not making it d-d-d-down 
And All you moon drifters, beware of grifters in their glitter, there’s a chance that they’re taking you out (aah)

So daisy don’t come, la la la, daisy don’t come to New Orleans 
daisy don’t come, la la la, daisy don’t come to New Orleans 
Daisy don’t come,  la la la      daisy don’t come to New Orleans 
Daisy don’t come ,,     ah daisy will you come? 

And ah if it wasn’t so tragic, I’d tell u everything from start to finish 
But I’m afraid that it would lose its magic
That Slight of hand in the dreamland  
The city of Louisiana that felt like heaven, but everyone was still alive

Elevator Operator

"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

Greta

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

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LYRICS:
One man get killed by a man sworn to protect him
we reeling and dealing and elect a white nationalist president
Unconvicted people just sitting in prison
Families are struggling to swim against the corporate system 

is this the promise land 
who is the promised man 

He only talks when the chopper blades spinning
chopper help the ego of the narcissist kidling
but we need to look at our selves, more or less how we voted
What’s that tell you now, tells you that we wrote it 

I guess it should come as no surprise 
Its just you’d think that we’d have done better, with all the time, all the generations 
And now we’re on the edge of loosing it all, if we don’t kill each other, Mother Nature will 
And can you blame her,, all we have is each other, all we have is you

Promise Land (feat. Raye Zaragoza)

"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

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

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LYRICS:

Oh I need a helping hand
how unAmerican
I’m a Second class soldier
And i’ve gotten in too deep
Just a pawn in their scheme
i don’t think I’ll get much older

All lies on the inside, don’t everybody get to  

oh as high as I am    
on daizepam.      
they got me running both 
Sides of the border 

Oh I need to get out    
Need to make my way south 
Skirt the Hindu Kush to skirt their orders 
 
I got the letter in the post 
The one you fear most
It says they share your sorrow
oh But i know that it’s not right
Their convienient suicide
They tell me to take a number
All lies on the inside don’t everybody get to die  

cuz I just know he wouldn’t go that way     
He wrote me just the other day
talked about all the plans he wanted to make 
Said that you got to.    

oh ma it’s getting mad in Asadabad, but there’s no one to report to 
If I reach the bazaar, it will be too far, so I’m leaving tomorrow

Second Class Soldier

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

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LYRICS:

He went to Hyannis to let go of Alice for the third and final time 
I asked him if it worked when he got back, he said he didn’t have the time 
 
the time to tell me anything or the time to let her go
But I guess it wasn’t a good time to press, so I guess I’ll never know, I’ll never know
 
on the way back looking straight ahead, we were hypnotized by the road
saw the coins on the dashboard truck and decide that they could float
 
in the air I looked down at the time, and mistook it for the radio
I thought about the little choices we made along and the song played on as if it didn’t know 
 
May we all be forsaken:
Like the soldier trying to leave, the mother trying to sleep

May we all be mistaken:
about our current state, about the current of hate 
 
bleeding on and on and on to sell our soul
Asked me why I was crying, said I stubbed my toe, and I wanted to blame the roots of the trees for pushing up the concrete but now I know
 
in the air I looked down at the time, and mistook it for the radio
I thought about the little choices we made along and the song played on as if it didn’t know 
 
May we all be forsaken:
like the black man trying to breathe, or the woman that’s never believed 
 
May we all be mistaken:
about our current state, about the current of hate 
Bleeding on and on and on and sell our soul
Ask me why I was crying, said I stubbed my toe and I wanted to blame the roots of the trees for pushing up the concrete but now I know 
May we all be forsaken:
Like the soldier trying to leave, the mother trying to sleep
May we all be mistaken:
about our current state, about the current of hate
May we all be forsaken:
like the black man trying to breathe, or the woman that’s never believed 
May we all be mistaken:
about our current state, about the current of hate

May We All

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

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LYRICS:
I saw it for a second but then the light was fading 
Sister morphine was my lady in waiting
Can I help it if I can’t help it now, all the stories I tell myself 
What can I say to you all, it’s fair to say, no words will do 
 
All this time, time is speeding, it’s hard to recognize the life we’re leading 
it’s time to trip the light of the evening and go now
And in this land there’s shade and shadow, we break bread and consecrate the battle
cradle to the grave, sword to the saddle, it’s each other we will miss 
 Oh the happiest moment of my life, was the saddest moment of my life
Was in prison when my daddy died
They didn’t tell me for fear of suicide 
Told me when I got outside, I started using as soon as I was alone that night 
And I died and I went up straight to him
He said where you been, my troubled son
All this time, time is speeding, hard to recognize the life we’re leaving 
it’s time to trip the light of the evening and go now
And in this land there’s shade and shadow, we break bread and consecrate the battle
cradle to the grave, sword to the saddle, it’s each other we will miss 
 
Oh the happiest moment of my life, was the saddest moment of my life
 
Oh my love can I just sit and hold your face. We finally made it here but now the light is low.
 
All this time, time is speeding, hard to recognize the life we’re leaving 
it’s time to trip the light of the evening and go now
And in this land there’s shade and shadow, we break bread and consecrate the battle
Now I’m feeling kind of faint, I think I need to lay down    
 
Oh you almost saved me
You almost saved me
You almost saved me now
All this time we pledge allegiance to the tune of a thousand treasons 
One nation under something, under water, under mass incarceration
In the age of feast and famine can we disrupt the social canon
Let our children lead s’we all believe, let us see the forest for the trees

All This Time

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

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LYRICS:
Came of age racing round the Georgia hills
Grew tall and straight around the backwood stills
you could do anything on the court and field, but you preferred getting high on the roof of the motel
 
One by one all the living that we done, how the days they seemed so long and true
One by one all the whiskey that got drunk, nothing ever felt as good as you
 
I saw you first from the back of the room
We drank together by the light of the moon
Built a fire and slept when the ground chooses you and wake up with the morning sun
 
One by one all the living that he done, how the days they seemed so long and true
One by one all the whiskey that got drunk, nothing ever felt as good as you
 
But can you give us all a sign, I don’t know how to let go or hold tighter still,
remember when you were mine
but now it’s all over, no chance to reconsider, I want to call you in from the outside, I want
to call you in for dinner
but you’re not there, you’re not there, what do I do with the years I have left that don’t belong to you
 
One by one all the living that he done, how the days they seemed so long and true
One by one i got whiskey i got drum, nothing ever felt as good as you
 
Let’s get a jump on this, before it’s too late, can we love each other harder before we all fade away, if there’s any way that we can live without you, it’s to live with all the love that you gave

One by One

"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

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

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LYRICS:

I remember that night
you fell asleep under the truck when it got late
in the morning When I pulled out to look for you thank god I rolled out straight

Nothing was ever too much
doing flips off the roof
it’s like you were cheating death left and right, but you still wanted proof

i was thinking about you just yesterday, how you were gonna stop by on your way
i had some things that I wanted to talk you about, I had some things that I wanted to say

But now i stand here in your flannel shirt, your mom couldn’t bear to give it to goodwill
It’s not even cold out but I wear it still
You were always there when we hit the wall
now no one’s gonna break our fall

We laughed until we got drunk, we drank until we fight
Then we’d laugh again over my fat lip, while you were icing your eye,

but you got behind the needle, chasing the next high
And then you managed to escape it, you got that job and you married your wife 

i was thinking about you just yesterday, how you were gonna stop by on your way
i had some things that I wanted to talk to you about, I had some things that I wanted to say

But now i stand here in your flannel shirt, your mom couldn’t bear to give it to goodwill
It’s not even cold but I wear it still
You were always there when we hit the wall
now no one’s gonna break our fall
Break our fall, break our fall

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

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LYRICS:
Oh Do you know there’s a place you can go
A place that is weathered and worn
But you can’t stay there long
like the plow and the stone
but you can wait if you like to be born

Born to a dark heaven on earth
Plagued by man’s greed and sorrow, sorrow and hurt
Born also to the beauty of tomorrow
Leading us back to the dirt

The old oak tree watches us like we were bees
Flitting and frittering in the golden
Everybody knows, we all died yesterday
And the day after that we were born

Born to a dark heaven on earth
Plagued by man’s greed and sorrow, sorrow and hurt
But Born also to the beauty of tomorrow
Leading us back to the dirt

Born On Earth

"Stone Enough To Gather In The Night" is a song off of Dispatch's new album Break Our Fall, out now.

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LYRICS:

Hold it now, hold tight to the line, then fall back,  those who are nearly drowned, don’t fear the rain in the storm 
On an earlier night, I would’ve known better but tonight I’m tired, too tired to stay warm 

Stoned enough, stoned enough, to gather in the night 
if your shaking, if your shaking then come inside 
4 and 20 blackbirds 

There goes indigo bunting, a dark eyed junko at her side
they both looked like they’d been crying and I hesitated to ask why 
There was a picture of a lost cat nailed to a tree, you could see it in it’s eyes
Woefully I, woefully I, stood there and tried     to be 


Stoned enough, stoned enough, to gather in the night 
if your shaking, if your shaking then come inside 

the finch was singing to the blackbirds in the pie 
sorry I, sorry I was ever born
but they paid him no mind, they were busy counting
the common grackle in the caucus, as the thrashers they aligned .. they were   

Stoned enough, stoned enough, to gather in the night 
if your shaking, if your shaking, if your shaking then get inside

Stoned Enough To Gather In The Night

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