Building On Graves
from Milky White by The Good
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lyrics
A Tobe Hooper movie, through a Craig T. Nelson speech
Said baby don't build on graves.
It wasn't very subtle but it somehow slipped between my adolescent days.
Somehow I had come to think that greedy real estatists were its audience
But thirteen odd years later, and a thirty-second trailer
Said it was coming back to get me through my TV.
Your mother, she got by on the sweat of the morning.
(What would we build on, if we didn't build on graves?)
But your brother won't get by on this debt to the yearning for olden days.
The mud on a field in Lexington
The blood of a breed of Englishmen who lived on slaves
Still mingle on the site where a battle rages
Between builders of a different age.
The scrimmages are over but the war is never done for the men of industry.
Ideas in their heads, built on others long since dead
Who gave their lives to be... to be...
To be free!
Your mother, she got by on the sweat of the morning.
(What would we build on, if we didn't build on graves?)
But your brother won't get by on this debt to the yearning for olden days.
The gypsy tried to hide and pull the wool over her eyes
When she said don't build on graves.
But I still caught her looking at my polyester hood with blind and empty rage.
She rattled off the details of the dark and stormy curse
That would rain down on me.
But the only words that got through were the ones she wouldn't breathe.
It wasn't the graves she was afraid of.
It was me!
Said baby don't build on graves.
It wasn't very subtle but it somehow slipped between my adolescent days.
Somehow I had come to think that greedy real estatists were its audience
But thirteen odd years later, and a thirty-second trailer
Said it was coming back to get me through my TV.
Your mother, she got by on the sweat of the morning.
(What would we build on, if we didn't build on graves?)
But your brother won't get by on this debt to the yearning for olden days.
The mud on a field in Lexington
The blood of a breed of Englishmen who lived on slaves
Still mingle on the site where a battle rages
Between builders of a different age.
The scrimmages are over but the war is never done for the men of industry.
Ideas in their heads, built on others long since dead
Who gave their lives to be... to be...
To be free!
Your mother, she got by on the sweat of the morning.
(What would we build on, if we didn't build on graves?)
But your brother won't get by on this debt to the yearning for olden days.
The gypsy tried to hide and pull the wool over her eyes
When she said don't build on graves.
But I still caught her looking at my polyester hood with blind and empty rage.
She rattled off the details of the dark and stormy curse
That would rain down on me.
But the only words that got through were the ones she wouldn't breathe.
It wasn't the graves she was afraid of.
It was me!
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from Milky White,
released January 1, 1997
Written by Tony Rogers
Written by Tony Rogers
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The Good Chicago, Illinois
The Good is the creation of singer / songwriters Tony Rogers (tonyrogers.bandcamp.com) and Devin Arkin (who died from brain cancer in late 2016), joined by John Scholvin (guitar), Dave Rothkopf (bass), and John Goodman (drums). The band began making waves on the Chicago music scene in the early 90's; they've released 4 critically acclaimed full length studio albums, and more. ... more
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