Breathe Deep

Posted on October 12, 2007 | 1 Comment

Politicians, morticians, Philistines, homophobes
Skinheads, Dead heads, tax evaders, street kids
Alcoholics, workaholics, wise guys, dim wits
Blue collars, white collars, war mongers, peace nicks

Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God
Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God

Suicidals, rock idols, shut-ins, drop outs
Friendless, homeless, penniless and depressed
Presidents, residents, foreigners and aliens
Dissidents, feminists, xenophobes and chauvinists

Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God
Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God

Evolutionists, creationists, perverts, slum lords
Dead-beats, athletes, Protestants and Catholics
Housewives, neophytes, pro-choice, pro-life
Misogynists, monogamists, philanthropists, blacks and whites

Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God
Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God

Police, obese, lawyers, and government
Sex offenders, tax collectors, war vets, rejects
Atheists, Scientists, racists, sadists
Photographers, biographers, artists, pornographers

Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God
Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God

Gays and lesbians, demagogues and thespians
The disabled, preachers, doctors and teachers
Meat eaters, wife beaters, judges and juries
Long hair, no hair, everybody everywhere!

Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God
Breathe deep
Breathe deep the Breath of God

–1992, Terry Taylor, on an album of the Lost Dogs, called Scenic Routes

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One response to “Breathe Deep”

  1. marquito | October 18, 2007 at 11:34 am | Reply

    Love the Lost Dogs. I never heard this one before though, so I’ll have to check it out. The lyrics reminded me of my favorite song by Terry Taylor, “Pray Where You Are”:

    “To the junky with his back against the wall
    To the lawman as he breaks another law
    In the desert, off the shore
    In peacetime and in war
    In the pentagon, the court rooms and the malls
    In the tents and in the caves
    At the truckstops, by the graves
    In our hopes and fears and struggles great and small
    To the corner bum that no one seems to hear
    To the president who prays for four more years

    Pray where you are

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