Immigrants - The flood

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THE FLOOD

Bridge I
I have one hand tied behind my back
And a blindfold over my good eye
The way it's looking to me right now
I better learn how to fly

The greedy man will try to bleed you dry…it's written in the book of lies
The first book of the heathens who...make fortunes on our dimes
While they steal from our life savings and play upon our trust, I know
The flood will flow…over the open shores…wake up before it's too late

Bridge II
Is there any way to escape the iron grip
Of the judges who are aligned
With the fiendish thugs who fill our seas with sludge
While guzzlin’ down expensive wine

The empty man might flash a smile…yet beware of what he sells
There’s nothing new in human nature, only the history you do not know
There’s a liar on the airwaves talking about some miracle drugs, I know
The flood will flow…over the open shores...wake up before it's too late

Bridge III
I’ve got one foot in the winter snow
The other foot is in the summer sand
I feel like I’m drowning in the Texas tea
Does anyone understand?

Some will go by fire, some by water…and some by a saber sword
Some by hunger, some by wild beast, will their maker welcome them aboard?
There’s thirsty man in my living room finding solace in my Johnny Black, I know
The flood will flow…over the open shores…wake up before it's too late

Hamden, July 2010

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Words and Music by Steve Mednick ©2011 Steven G. Mednick/Prospect Hill Words and Music. ASCAP

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Steve Mednick...has a beautiful, velvety voice and poetic songs are invariably superior quality. Steve Mednick's a songwriter without really being noticed makes the most beautiful things. He started his musical career in 2006 and now has eight albums to his name.   "Immigrants and Other Americans" was co-produced by Eddie Seville on the album has joined on guitar, harp and percussion.

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