Jonas Ezekial lyrics

Jonas & Ezekial` is an Amy Ray song from about Spring 1991, I
believe. Amy says that she wrote it while biking in Vermont. The
lyrics, that is. It`s tough to ride while playing guitar. The first
I heard it was in a soundcheck on June 5, 1991, in Vienna, Virginia.
The version I`m transcribing is from the Austin City Limits
performance recorded in late `91, for broadcast in January 1992.

Jonas & Ezekial.

I left my anger in a river running near Highway 5
New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by,
Cottage farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops

I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have travelled feet burning wild as fire
And past lives, sister, are my desire

Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now, and don`t come out
I`m not ready for the dead to show it`s face
Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?

When I was young my people taught me well
Give back what you take or you`ll go to hell
It`s not the devil`s land, you know it`s not that kind
Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine
Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise

Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now, and don`t come out
I`m not ready for the dead to show it`s face
Whose turn is it anyway - anyway?

White - Tongue - Rope - Fear - Be Still My Dear

A bullet in the head, now he`s dead
A friend of a friend, someone said.
He was an activist with a very short life
I think there`s a lesson here - he died without a fight.

In the war over land where the world began
Prophecy says it`s where the world will end
There`s a tumor growing in our backyard
Fear in our heads; fear in our hearts
Prophets in the graveyards

Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now, and don`t come out
I`m not ready for the dead to show it`s face
Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?

Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now
Steady now, before you ghost about
I`m not ready for the dead to show it`s face
Whose angel are you anyway - anyway?

I said there`s prophets in the graveyards, in the bars
Prophets in the graveyards, in the bars
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