Latin Roots
Brendan Canty, Joe Lally, Guy Picciotto, Ian MacKaye
Lying on our backs,
This is your parents' bed,
A good place to be laid
'Cause it's so neatly made.
Staring at the ceiling,
Vein to vein the lines look the same
As the ones that you're seeing,
And then you start speaking:
Tracing your father's footsteps
In your mother's shoes,
Going up and over and across your Latin roots.
Point points back to its origin,
Across the world cogs are clogged with the sand,
Here the air breathes freely
And our tongues work loosely,
Border approaches border,
You're using your hands and smearing your are's.
I'm looking over my shoulder,
Strained resistance to scour the door for you
Father's footsteps or your mother's shoes,
Coming up and over,
Cut across your Latin roots.
It's time to meet you makers