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lirik lagu charlie yama - ronin, pt. 1: refuge

[intro]
breath and death
left dwelling and swelling
pelting rain and thunder
the pain is swept under
they say that they can tell a man
by selling him, compelling him
go k!lling in the name
of saving his skin
got a chain around his tongue
see’em h~llhounds keep on trailing him
see’em angels keep on playing him
to live or let lie
they say that man is never free
til he’s free from a debt he’s owed
repaid and closed
repaid and closed
[verse 1]
grass sandals, hollow gourd and sword
leaning rugged and cross~legged
a drifter’s wretched bedding
got a price for his beheading
pretending it ain’t nothing
it’s conscience wrestled
nestled so tight
inside his blood vessel
making deals with the devil
on a daily routine
seen eating at a diner
shiver down the spines
of those that recognize
his bloodline
public enemy
it’s deal or steal
his mind is primed
befitting for a sword fight
flash of steel, a strike repealed
concealed by war cry
the sound of flesh and steel
grass sandals of a scar~eyed vandal
ambles through the now abandoned
traveler’s lodge
paid his due with chilled blood
on coins from spilled thugs
strolled away from refuse
toward signs point to refuge
[chorus]
blues in my brain keep on beating
in my ear need something to believe in
nothing in my function keep my peace in
just a wayward wood thrush
pick my worms from a mulberry bush

[verse 2]
dust blowing up
distrust among the unjust
rusted signpost shows
city for the outcast
passers~by eyeing up
busted up blunt on highway 61
rumors rouse confusion
twisted versions fused in tabloids
“lawman dead. village inn destroyed.”
a thousand stares flooding
towards a small town inn
need bedding with a sheepskin
the innkeep shrugs:
“no sleep or roughage here
for mean~mugging fugitives”
dressed in vestments
blessing restful lessons
a voice from the corner
avoids and keeps the order
as he turns, on his cuffs appears
an emblem of diamonds
stacked three high
speaks of a nearby shrine
beside a gravesite
not a soul inside
and well~hidden by night
he names the price
to lay claim to this respite:
“tell me why’s it
you decide to hide?”
the drifter slugs down
his drink to leave town
but a shout from behind
the man speaks his silence:
“i am your judgment
in this city of refuge
i can choose to refuse
or choose to keep you
but you will heed me
no need for bribery
here’s a city
only blood can set you free.”
sandals stop
head raised and propped
backtracked, entrapped
the ronin, sighing, recounts:
“drinking lone in a village inn
feeling like a privileged man
two trading venom
escalates to trading blows
when disorder erupts
disrupt the common order
got the moon in my corner
sword inches from my finger
though it never left the scabbard
crowd scatters as the floor floods
red with them thugs blood
a lawman dead
cut up with blunt trauma
to the head
all eyes swim my way
a drifter drinking sake
easy takes the blame
plain vagrant in a quarrel
no moral compass
injustice
in the form of vigilantes
and before long
a crowd of fifty strong
now i’m gone.”
[chorus]
blues in my brain keep on beating
in my ear need something to believe in
nothing in my function keep my peace in
just a wayward wood thrush
pick my worms from a mulberry bush

[verse 3]
shadow in the graveyard
no stars, too dark to tell apart
our hero on the floorboards
pouring snores
from the warm decor
a temple abandoned
shambled roof withstanding
his sword is stranded
his sword is stranded
blam blam, kick the windows in
a blade glistens and listens
a heartbeat missing
his arm is blocked
locked and knocked down
c~cked knee swinging up
and he’s busting his guts
his side, a bright pain
his sight, it’s turns white
it wastes and wanes
lit up like a night sky
swinging right, he stops cold
a blade staring straight down his eye
“die or suicide
no loyalty to live by
the man who saved me
laid dead in the mud
blood leaking from his brain
you played and slayed him
made pain upon his name
i’ll watch you die
that you die in shame
you’ll see me in h~ll
on some cold winter day.”
the ronin ducks
and tackles him til he bucks
steel clatters on the deck
blood sputters from his neck
next second he sees
diamonds stacked three
the magistrate’s emblem
splattered with venom
from the blood and bedlam
beyond the moon—unlit and sunk
a lone monk watches as their blood is spilt
the ronin pushes past
compliance cracks and defiance stacks
steadfast the monk tracks
like a hunter on a lion’s back

[chorus]
blues in my brain keep on beating
in my ear need something to believe in
nothing in my function keep my peace in
just a wayward wood thrush
pick my worms from a mulberry bush

[verse 4]
come morning
a crowd is forming
forewarning of death
a lawman’s bloodied breath
a voice calls out
“i saw it all go down
intruder in the house of god
came staggering
dagger in hand, ready
to bl~~dy the man, whose weary
torn body sought refuge with god
k!ll or be k!lled
steal or be stilled
who wouldn’t save their breath
if it otherwise meant
his demise and death?”
but his mind is set
form the moment he met
the drifter’s fate cemented
for the mad magistrate:
“no pardon or protection
for the wandering defection
bargain his soul collection
give him up for vindication
his beheading is condolence
to the crowd of vigils growing.”
the monk snuck fast
past the last of the crowd
to a stable where the vandal lie
eyes closed to the light
the lone monk cries out:
“bounty’s pounding on your head again
beheadings on the way again
you better take the road again
long gone, two hundred strong
vengeance on your heels again.”
scar~eyes pries open a smile
grabs his sword and horse
his gourd slinging forth
riding out and out
toward signs point to refuge

- lirik lagu charlie yama

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