Long Winds

Long winds whisper the names of places I’m longing to see… you see I’m not like you so much, I have the need to be free… not free like “o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave”, but free free… free from the hypocrisy of democracy free… free to go when I want and where I want without my boss having to say “you’re free to take some time to live your life” free… not free like this here is nature so you gotta pay twenty dollars to camp here free… see here lies the lies of “freedom”… freedom to pay five times what anything is worth… and worth is in the eye of the stock holder… why should I pay six dollars for a gallon of gas so Iraqis can be “free”?… Not free free, but free like we, living under the iron fist of democracy… free to lose their heritage like me and free to bow down to presidential policy free… free me from this iniquity please!… please, I want to be free… free like the earth was made for you and me… cuz me, I would never charge you to see what God gave me for free… like long winds whispering the names of places I’m longing to see… you see?