Unusable Signals from Get Busy by Mo Stanton

In my town there was a university.
There was a penitentiary, too.
Climb up the hill, look back and see
Not much difference between the two.
See the neat fields, the wheat fields,
The green fields and the bean fields.

Standing high on top of the hill, I was singing
Not a word that I sang could I understand
Singing in tongues, in time with the bells that were ringing
Unusable signals sent to warn an empty land

In my town there was a cement factory.
The cemetery was across the street.
The workers would die and go to be buried
With neat rows of tombstones made of fresh concrete.
From their own yards to the bone yards
They fall hard, those last two yards.

Standing high on top of the hill, I was singing
Not a word that I sang could I understand
Singing in tongues, in time with the bells that were ringing
Unusable signals sent to warn an empty land

Unusable signals are all I’m sending.
Unusable signals are all I hear.
Unusable signals without an ending.
Unusable signals come in loud and clear
Unusable signals…

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