Method Acting / Cortez The Killer

There's no beginning to the story

A bookshelf sinks into the sand

A language learned and forgot in turn

Is studied once again

It's a shocking bit of footage

Viewed on a shitty TV screen

You can squint at it through snowy static

To make out what it means

And keep stretching that antenna

Hoping that it will come clear

I need some reception, a higher message

Please tell me what to feel

'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings

It's alive with such possibility

But I know that I feel better when I sing

Burdens are lifted from me

That's my voice rising

So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling

Gil, keep strumming that guitar

We need a record of our failures

We must document our loves

I sat too long in my silence

Grown too old in my pain

To shed this skin, be born again

It starts with an ending

And I don't know what tomorrow brings

It's full of such possibility

But I know that I feel better when I sing

Burdens are lifted from me

That's my voice rising

It's not a movie, no private screening

This method acting, I call it living

It's like a fountain, the door is open

We have a problem with no solution

But to love and to be loved

So thank you, friends, for the time we've shared

Your love stays with me like sunlight and air

And though I truly wish I could keep hanging around here

My joy is covering me, soon I will disappear

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He came dancing across the water with his galleons and guns

Looking for the new world in the palace in the sun

On the shore lay Montezuma with his coca leaves and pearls

In his halls, he often wondered the secrets of the world

His subjects gathered round him like the leaves around a tree

In their clothes of many colors for the angry gods to see

And the women all looked beautiful and the men stood straight and strong

They offered life in sacrifice so that others could go on

Hate was just a legend, war was never known

People worked together and they lifted many stones

Then they carried them to the flatlands, but they died along the way

And they built up with their bare hands what we still can't do today

And I know she's living there and she loves me to this day

I just can't remember when or how I lost my way