Gray Flowers by Scott Ezell

This song was written in Tiananmen Square in Beijing. I sat there with my guitar remembering the tanks rolling down those broad boulevards...

Peace--


Gray Flowers

Gray flowers in the morning
Gray flowers beneath the wheels of city streets
Gray flowers raining from the sky
Gray flowers filling up my mind

What vehicles drive here
What fuel does their locomotion burn
We dig the earth for combustion engine dreams, but only find
Gray flowers of buried blood and bone

Busy days along the boulevard
Dollars stab like knives of ideology
Concrete carousels of riches, fertilized by
Gray flowers of human poverty

Tanks, machine guns, steel footsteps
Beat popcorn smiles onto the world of tv
Where have all our children gone, they're
Gray Flowers, petals fallen from the sun

Gray flowers in the evening
Gray flowers beneath the wheels of spinning stars
Gray flowers straining towards the sky
Gray flowers are all that's left inside my mind

© Scott Ezell 20006

Category:

Music

Tags:

• China
• Beijing
• Tiananmen
• Seattle
• Folksong
• Dylan
• Woody
• Guthrie
• Politics

[warmestsunshine]

well done....Love it

[amuseattle]

You did it again Scott. Keep the ear candy coming and thanks for the inspiration! Gio