Dance Hall Rock Songtext
von Bramble

We are camped at the Dance Hall
Ghosts of the Mormons, un-cleverly carved on a wall
And you are over there, and you stay right here
And face that way, and speak, and I′ll hear you
Just like with tin cans, held up to your mouth and my ear
And then we laugh

With a kingdom of iron content, I'm content
Whitewashed with the previous eve
Bathed in starlight, what a privilege
Other states look upon you in envy
Everyone wants to be your sandy sandy
Desert-sand-y sandy panties, figuratively speaking
My fists pump the arid air
My fists pump the arid air
My fists pump the arid air
My fists pump the arid air


And do you sleep cold?
Do you need someone to hold?
We all do sometimes
And I admit that tonight, that′d be nice
So here's a poem for my love
For the God and the Damned in every one of us
And the spine that grows stronger with each squeeze
And these hands that aim to please
To please
To please


I'm in love with wool against my bare skin
hiking uphill in that sand and fierce winds
A pinon′s opinion would been, we "were quite foolish"
Oh but what were we to do?
We can′t grow out of the ground half as easily as you
We're on borrowed time in a borrowed truck
And we gotta get back before dusk
Or at least before we get too hungry
Yes before we get too hungry
Oh and yes I brought that pretty noise
But the wind made the music
It′s like the crust you scrape off your jeans
Grimy as it is, it still makes me smile
And the sky was a dusty juniper berry
Almost poisonous, but beautiful
You almost poisonous
You almost poison us
My fist pump the arid air
My fist pump the arid air
My fist pump the arid air
My fist pump the arid air