Lyrics
The Streets Of America
Desolate and without purpose,
Radiating from so many septic sources,
Forming the fabric of a wayward people,
Disappearing as the vestiges of our past.
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil,
A substrate for progress and disarray,
A spreading network of broken dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away.
Just a little tale from the streets of America, (say a little prayer)
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria,
Trenchant, weary native sons,
Step back and see the damage done,
Meander to the horizon, (shoot straight to the horizon)
The streets of America.
Black, tarred concrete pine for me
Lying dormant for you and country,
Hardened surface cracked within
Catch the sweat from off of the chin.
Of men and women, Senior and child
Who look to you and your sterile miles
And in their stares is bald dismay
For what you promised led them astray.
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins,
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains.
Versions & recordings
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First released on The Grey Race - Video EP · 2003
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First released on The Streets of America · 1996
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First released on The Streets of America · 1996
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First released on The Gray Race · 1996



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I'd say this song is about the the way Americans live, always leaving and searching for a new place, but as we go from place to place, but we can only go the places where people already are on roads, and where ever those places are its already just shit. "Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins, False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains." The song pretty clearly is telling us that going somewhere…
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"Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins,
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains."
The song pretty clearly is telling us that going somewhere else is not how we make things better. Its the kind of escapist navel gazing that the critique in so many of their other songs, but this time without as much emphasis on the religious opiate, and more focused on a symbol of the American nation, the highway system, that in conjuction with automobiles laid bare our cultural desire to flee to a new place in search of something better. All the while we were just setting up one big place where things go on in a pretty unchanging and pointless fashion.
i just wanted to say that i think that the first interpretation about this song with the native americans is very interesting and the second one is also very good. for me personally i always thought that it was how america is a is a place of false dreams, "a spreading network of broken dreams" filled with odd or sometimes crazy people "sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria," and sometimes is just in ruin.…
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I agree w/ Bad Aeronuts in that this is poetry well done, but it is very complex, so I'll try my best here. Graffin may have written the song to be translated both ways, but I would think that he is probably referring to what many African Americans are going through, as a result of America's policy of using and then socially discarding slaves and so many of their descendants, by not providing them with compensation…
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This is the ultimate song of contradictions. Each adjective contradicts the next. Greg's best work with words. Lots of metaphors and oxymorons--just great. This song is pretty much about how our dark fate is looking as we destroy the environment and ourselves. He pretty much compares the US goal as coming from a decaying corpse or the sewers (in the line 'radiating from so many septic sources'). It's all unfulfilled…
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