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Unless Heavy Pulp posts the official lyrics, we're just guessing, but here's my cleaned-up transcription of Sweet Land after a bunch of repeated listens and checking against the video. I think it fixes a few spots that were hard to catch (knife in the night, fever dream, ruing, Julys, etc.). I hope X doesn't stomp on my formatting. Comments welcome. Happy Independence Day everyone! 🇺🇸 Sweet Land Oh Sweet Land. Sweet Land of the weary and the wild. Oh where oh where are you? My sweet child. The garden’s either dying or about to come alive. The river’s either drying or it’s deep enough to dive. Can’t tell if it’s the dusk or if it’s breaking into dawn. Are we going on or are we going, going, gone? Somebody said a storm is comin’ but it’s been a long long time. I don’t know what’s up ahead but please baby don’t you look behind. So tell me is it gonna be free energy forever? Or just the same damn old grind? Singin’: Sweet Land, Sweet Land of the weary and the wild. Are we one year from the grave, Or is this just the beginning? My sweet child. Oh you’re my star-spangled fever dream - Half a savior half a liar. Two hundred fifty summers and we’re going Higher, higher, higher. Singin’: Sweet Land, Sweet Land. Going, going, gone. The neighbors might be comin’ with a casserole or a gun. The kids are either screaming or they’re laughing in the sun. Is the timeline coming undone or is it coming in clear? The fireworks are blinding but I’ll keep on dancing here. And nobody can promise me that we’re gonna make it to the light. So is it an awakening or is this the knife in the night? So come on brothers, sisters stand up tall. Because guess what? Where we go one, we go all. If you can hear this from the other side, Across this great quantum divide, Don’t get me wrong. Now is the time to stay strong. So, with all of that I’ll say: God bless the USA! God bless the USA! Singin’: Sweet Land goin’ on, goin’ on. Two hundred fifty years and it’s goin’ on and on and on. On the edge of a forever or the edge of being gone. Is it midnight, is it morning, is it ruing, is it time to rise? Two hundred fifty summers gone by. So just go on and tell me those sweet lies. The kind as sweet as these Julys. Sweet Land, Sweet Land, goin’ on and goin’ on. Sweet Land, Sweet Land. Light up the bright lights! Higher, higher, higher. Sweet Land, Sweet Land, goin’ on, goin’ on. Sweet Land, Sweet Land, going, going, gone. So please, just know that we can still rebuild. We can still make something… Better.

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Bruce Giles

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about 1 month ago

Unless Heavy Pulp posts the official lyrics, we're just guessing, but here's my cleaned-up transcription of Sweet Land after a bunch of repeated listens and checking against the video. I think it fixes a few spots that were hard to catch (knife in the night, fever dream, ruing, Julys, etc.). I hope X doesn't stomp on my formatting. Comments welcome. Happy Independence Day everyone! 🇺🇸 Sweet Land Oh Sweet Land. Sweet Land of the weary and the wild. Oh where oh where are you? My sweet child. The garden’s either dying or about to come alive. The river’s either drying or it’s deep enough to dive. Can’t tell if it’s the dusk or if it’s breaking into dawn. Are we going on or are we going, going, gone? Somebody said a storm is comin’ but it’s been a long long time. I don’t know what’s up ahead but please baby don’t you look behind. So tell me is it gonna be free energy forever? Or just the same damn old grind? Singin’: Sweet Land, Sweet Land of the weary and the wild. Are we one year from the grave, Or is this just the beginning? My sweet child. Oh you’re my star-spangled fever dream - Half a savior half a liar. Two hundred fifty summers and we’re going Higher, higher, higher. Singin’: Sweet Land, Sweet Land. Going, going, gone. The neighbors might be comin’ with a casserole or a gun. The kids are either screaming or they’re laughing in the sun. Is the timeline coming undone or is it coming in clear? The fireworks are blinding but I’ll keep on dancing here. And nobody can promise me that we’re gonna make it to the light. So is it an awakening or is this the knife in the night? So come on brothers, sisters stand up tall. Because guess what? Where we go one, we go all. If you can hear this from the other side, Across this great quantum divide, Don’t get me wrong. Now is the time to stay strong. So, with all of that I’ll say: God bless the USA! God bless the USA! Singin’: Sweet Land goin’ on, goin’ on. Two hundred fifty years and it’s goin’ on and on and on. On the edge of a forever or the edge of being gone. Is it midnight, is it morning, is it ruing, is it time to rise? Two hundred fifty summers gone by. So just go on and tell me those sweet lies. The kind as sweet as these Julys. Sweet Land, Sweet Land, goin’ on and goin’ on. Sweet Land, Sweet Land. Light up the bright lights! Higher, higher, higher. Sweet Land, Sweet Land, goin’ on, goin’ on. Sweet Land, Sweet Land, going, going, gone. So please, just know that we can still rebuild. We can still make something… Better.

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