Its A Holiday Every Day You Breathe

IT'S A HOLIDAY
i feel music in my life
running its course its path through my veins, chest, and heart
human condition, feel pain, pleasure
balance the tight rope since the garden the eden

prison guards cut the chains, let the women and men go free
It's a holiday everyday you breathe

Atomb bombs and high speed rails
thunder only animals can hear
tornadoes tore up Tuskaloosa, Alabama
Mr. and Mrs. Ebrahms feed the mouths of their children
on sunday tables are set up in the yards of the houses on Sevey Street.