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Lyrics for General Crossing by Tull Jethro:
| | | Artist: | Tull Jethro |
| | Album: | Underwraps | | Track: | General Crossing | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 60 | | | | Lyrics: | It's an old profession
of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing --
button out,
button in.
The tall General will mine
a few bridges tonight,
stroking soft
machinery.
Fanfare at dawn
courting green steel
lined up for World War
One
(Two, Three, Four).
It's an old profession
of subtle
artillery.
Rough wheels meshing
on a landscape with no tree.
The tall General
points
to the distance --
disconnects his power supply.
Writes a stiff note to his
nearest
and dearest --
he takes the battle plan
and contemplates his
fly.
The tall General
flies by the seat of history.
The tall General
is
crossing.
The tall General
he thinks inevitability.
The tall General
is
definitely crossing.
With spit and with polish --
time for desperate
measures.
The pain in the forehead
from holding up to the pressures
of life on the
rim
of the convenient alliance.
Out on the rim --
let me out in the
rim.
The tall General will walk
across the compound
with his briefcase and
I.D.
Later they'll post him
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