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Your Nothing

from Get Ye Up by The Mispronouncer

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Intro: They’re just giving this land away.
They’re just giving this land away.
They’re just giving this land away.
Pack everything up, claim yours today.
A dream of the wind through golden grain
Is all you reap, you sow in vain.
You’ve got hope this soil won’t sustain.
It’s all closing in on the open plain.

1. Oh, Pioneers, naïve homesteaders.
City slickers, might’ve stayed put if they had known better.
Dirt roof, walls, floor, poor sodbusters
Reflecting on the frontier life’s lost luster.
An ocean of grass on a staggering flatness.
Daily practice denying invitations to madness.
Today could be the day the solitude becomes bearable,
And the openness is finally more beautiful than terrible.
And it isn’t possible to be more patient.
Arms crossed monitoring cloud formations.
Wispy and faint, they never cohere.
Jaw set, won’t go, won’t show fear.
Crops you can’t grow is kids you can’t feed.
Ears perking at the thunder, just a buffalo stampede.
But with just a couple days of rain,
The Dust Bowl could transform to the Great Plains.

Chorus: Crouched at the edge of a bone-dry field.
Don’t need an expert to predict the yield.
Why would anyone ever leave home for this?
It might be nothing, but it’s your nothing.
Plagues of jackrabbits, plagues of grasshoppers.
The first to give up is the last to prosper.
Why would anyone ever want to call this home?
It might be nothing, but it’s your nothing.

2. It’s not in the nature of Nature to do you any favors.
Empty miles between neighbors.
Been a few months since you were in town.
For all you know it burned to the ground.
There on the horizon on horseback: a figure.
Watch its slow progress, finger on the trigger
Of the first line and the last line of defense.
It’s tense living one’s whole life in suspense.
And the dust storm comes forth, it’s looming
In the distance, like a mountain range moving.
Swallowing the landscape, blotting out the sun.
The plains people seem to have forgotten how to run.
Breathe through a wet rag ‘til the storm passes.
Try to dig out while another amasses.
But with just a couple days of rain,
The Dust Bowl could transform to the Great Plains.

Chorus: Crouched at the edge of a bone-dry field.
Don’t need an expert to predict the yield.
Why would anyone ever leave home for this?
It might be nothing, but it’s your nothing.
Plagues of jackrabbits, plagues of grasshoppers.
The first to give up is the last to prosper.
Why would anyone ever want to call this home?
It might be nothing, but it’s your nothing.

Outro: They’re just giving this land away.
They’re just giving this land away.
They’re just giving this land away.
Pack everything up, claim yours today.
A dream of the wind through golden grain,
Is all you reap, you sow in vain.
You’ve got hope this soil won’t sustain.
It’s all closing in on the open plain.

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from Get Ye Up, released February 24, 2014
The Mispronouncer wrote the lyrics, performed the vocals, made the beat, and played the synths.

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