《Bread and Circus》歌词

[00:00:00] Bread and Circus - A Love Electric

[00:00:30] South of the imaginary lines

[00:00:34] where the uniformed and ironed men and

[00:00:36] and women that look like boys and girls,

[00:00:37] skin on the face still soft,

[00:00:38] wear their gloves and glasses

[00:00:42] bad men are winning the imaginary wars they've begun so they could win them

[00:00:48] Jhosivani put his feet to the ground he slept on this morning

[00:00:50] dark toes and light palms

[00:00:51] the merry go round Earth

[00:00:54] 4 kilometers down the wild vein roads cut between

[00:00:56] the complete canvas greens where

[00:00:58] his cousins and father and Uncles cut and culled beauty

[00:01:04] to the bus and the sings, where there are,

[00:01:06] look cheap and weathered but the women are still pretty,

[00:01:08] he was wise enough to not love them

[00:01:15] The politicians are the heroes they will tell you,

[00:01:17] photos of feeding young Indian women and boys,

[00:01:19] places they would never go if not for the photograph

[00:01:26] Jhosivani has no numbers or cards in banks or machines,

[00:01:28] he exists because his heart does

[00:01:32] his mother still loves him with loud command

[00:01:33] on the baby city green ride to the schools

[00:01:35] that might take him somewhere someday

[00:01:43] After they cut them down,

[00:01:45] People paid attention for a while,

[00:01:48] they wrote and made videos and sold them

[00:01:52] But the wicked came with Bread and Circus

[00:01:57] Bread and Circus for the City

[00:02:01] pan y circo para el pueblo

[00:02:13] Today he is reading stories of revolutions and dignity,

[00:02:16] he wind blows the page corners through the bus windows

[00:02:19] He is adding numbers with his fingers

[00:02:20] while the taxis turn and the sun crawls from its sleep

[00:02:25] He's the type of boy who looks straight to your eyes, but not through them

[00:02:27] He'll give you a chance

[00:02:30] The government is letting the grass grow tall between school and town

[00:02:33] On streets named after people they surely

[00:02:36] The martyred men say they shot and burned Jhosivani's friends,

[00:02:38] the boys he slept next to and one time, by the whistle trees,

[00:02:41] sang a song about Christmas

[00:02:47] He asks about justice and most of the women he wanted to love disappear

[00:02:51] murdered and mart