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I Am the Dust

by Scouts Honor

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1.
There's a blood red moon arising. A beast with many heads at the gate. And, the cattle led to slaughter will leave the earth to quake. The devils will be singing tonight, "What a day for a serenade! What a night for suffering!"
2.
Canvas 03:51
A canvas white, until brass knuckles found tough guys with the best of intentions, but play with a gun and something happens. Yeah, something gets shot. Don't you know that no one's picking a fight? And, sometimes the only way you're going to find trouble is to go out looking. So, look, look, look, look away. Bull's head, with a mob to claim. We've got a bull's head with prosperity. And it goes all the way to the top. And it sinks to the bottom. This double-dozen hours - this seven days - sets us ablaze. We've got a bull's head with a canvas black from the fear that we all have of disease and death; a life uncertain. We've got a mob mentality. (We will never get full. We will never come clean. With our joy, with our love comes suffering.)
3.
Soul Man 03:46
King Cobra on a rotting porch. You, sick old man. You drink with little boys, and you flirt with little girls. Who are you trying to be and what are you trying to prove when you keep living life like years will never catch up with you? You put your whole heart in. You leave realism out. You spend your life alone, but your name's getting around. So, you're a soul man now? Put the bottle down and pick up the phone. Call the ones you love and tell them I can see it now, how it's weighing you down. I can see it now. So, get the fuck out of town. I appreciate this thing we made in a dead end city, as the music played by the river's edge, and the soul it gave me. This dead end city. This city gave me. So, you're a soul man now?
4.
(Alright, folks, this here song's about that thing that almost everybody sings about. You know that feeling you get when someone walks in the room and you just want to go tell them everything? Or, at least you want to walk up and say, "Baby, the way you walk,") The way you walk, ("and the way you talk") the way you talk ("it just knocks me out") gives birth in me, ("right off my feet.") the possibility of eternity - that I could have a bride all dressed in white, a one true love for my whole life to stand beside. So, Baby, to me be true. I will be good to you. I will do everything that I can do to remain the one who's name at night, in sleep, you're muttering. (Now, there comes a point between two people when you've got to stop and you've got to realize, "Is this something that I want or something that I need?" If it's something that you want but you don't, you may have to let it go. But, if it's something that you truly need then you've got to stop. You've got to do something, or you're going to miss that point when: That yellow sun won't set anymore.) Baby, please hold me (That night they hung the sun above their door,) and protect me. (proclaiming there will be no dark,) Baby, please hold me (only light forever more.) and provide for me. (Now, I sit alone.) You know this world loves: a setting sun, a sorry man singing sorry songs, a broken heart bleeding out of lungs, another lost soul so you're not alone. And, no, you're not alone.
5.
Pass it 'round. Feel it burning as it's going down. And, she can brag about it. She'll be the hippest kid in her hometown. 'Cause now she's found how the older kids have been hanging out. Another night. Another beer. Drunk and angry, she ain't got no fear or reason to complain about it. Except for with those she's been hanging out with. They're equipped with a momentum to take down all of this. The songs that they sing, they sing every night on tour, and the games that people play, they play right back. There's a couple in the bedroom and another in the balcony. The living room floor is packed. Tomorrow they'll be another button on your backpack. There's a boy in the next room saying, "It sure is nice to meet you. Your words have been my bible in times when no one else in life felt the way that I do." Then the singer looked up and said, "I have some words for you. I once felt those words, but they've been covered up in substances and a lifestyle that does distract. So, tomorrow we'll be another button on your backpack." The songs they sing have lost their meaning. A purpose once so clear has been covered by every year that we drink and sing and waste away our lives here. These days on the road and these nights in your company have become their own habit. So, tomorrow we'll be another button.
6.
If you walk out that door, then all my faith in love will have gone, gone, gone right out of the window. You're the last limb for me - a branch to climb out on - and if you break beneath, then I'll have learned my lesson. It's like that rusty train that carried us over the prairies to that backwards little town, where we fell in love and got married. I reach out for you but only for your hand; afraid of what your eyes might be saying. I keep my focus firmly upon the stage. You keep searching that machine for a triple cherry. There's an old man with no PA and a face of leather. He sings and plays. When we laid to rest in the back of the station wagon, the Nevada was clear but cold, by the light of a lone casino. The morning will lead us west, to a quiet mining town, to a new address. I've got a pillar of faith. It stands beside me. I've got a pillar of faith, so don't you give out on me.
7.
To and Fro 03:17
Boy, you got drug through this ground so far, you'll not be getting out. Times got rough and you broke down, with Papa in your ear. "You've got to move out." You had yourself a girl and thought it might be nice to settle down. So, you packed your things and built life around a little girl, a desk, and a dead-end town, where the trains go to and fro. To and fro. Just like your whole life, you will never ever know how it feels to be met at the gates when you have opened up your soul. Like a heavenly mother, you abandoned just like Dad. You know these divorces affect the kids. To and fro. To and fro. You felt a jab, and she just let go. With no hesitation and no sense of obligation. You should have known not to pick one so young. But, you are a child inside of a man, and every time that she smiled, you fell in love again.
8.
Joshua 04:40
Dear friend, I wish that I could say it's good to write you again. But, you and I both know that this is the first I've written. It's been a while. Six years since I've seen you and eight since I've claimed you, but I've been wishing you the best. We still share some common friends. Or, maybe they're acquaintances, ghosts from our pasts telling me how your years have passed. When we went to war, I worried for your flesh and bones. I worried for your heart, that it not go cold in this world, oh, so dark. Did it go dark? Did this world pull you apart? Did your parents not understand when you came back broken? I heard they would not hold you in their arms. I hope that they're lying, because it ain't good, what this country has done to you. I hope that they're lying because it ain't good, what your parents put you through. I hope that this song is a lie. I hope that you are alright. All the same, I hope that this song is a light for using to guide the way toward a peaceful resolution. The young man's plight can be to be poor and in war. You're out of options. The folks just want to feel safe at home, so they are sending out their children.
9.
I was a farmer's barn in a middle state. I laid fertilizer down by the interstate. The soil got rich. The seeds grew sprouts. The sprouts grew up. Now, look what turned out. I was a farmer's barn till I laid down. My boards all rotted. Now, I am the dust just blowing 'round. Just blowing 'round. Just blowing around in the dirt - in the dust - in the ground. We're trying to be the biggest fish in the open sea. We're trying to be big city, but we're a little too country. We're trying to be some kind of hometown celebrities. If minerals were words and water was phrasing, these roots would have ears and hear a voice saying, "Hit them hard. Hit them in the heart. When you're feeling defenseless, you get honest. Hit them hard. Hit them in the heart." If the roots had voices, they'd be singing, "Lay down. You're almost dead now. You're grave is a stepping stone, and every stalk is a barn, oh, don't you know?" So, I was born again amongst the fields I did tend. But, my voice was not my own and the foundation I had built is not what I stood upon, but the wind was carrying a song. The stalks were singing! Now you've got blood on your hands.
10.
When she found me, the knife was dry. The whole was dug. That husband's chest had opened right up. Her eyes went cold and six feet sank. And, when she spoke, his voice from her lips came. "You can cut me from your life, but the hole remaining will remind you of me. I'll be the beating beneath your floorboards, the scratching behind a new brick wall. I'll be the raven at the end of the hall crying nevermore, nevermore." Like death, you came for me. So, like death, I will come for you. That hole that you dug in my chest, you cut the same in you.
11.
Moving feet across the city. Moving my mouth from bar to bar. Hey, baby, let's get pretty naked on your kitchen floor. There's a man across the bar. He says he lost his father. "But I am not the only son that cancer has stolen from, because whenever can come whenever for your soul." We're in the earthly parade. (I put a pillow down.) I'm taking comfort in my grave. (I pull the sheets over my head.) Because, whenever is coming for us and it's not so disastrous.

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released March 14, 2006

Recorded with Mike Lust at Phantom Manor.
Mastered by Carl Saff.

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SCOUTS HONOR were a rock'n'roll explosion based out of Peoria, IL and later out of Chicago, IL. In their 7 years as a band, they played over 400 shows.

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