Bell Swamp Connection

Toward the tail-end of the age that's almost finished
 Where the highway starts to crack and nobody fixes it
 I was wandering through an undeveloped tract
 Out near the ocean
 
 One hundred acres, we will build to suit
 See what there is to see before it's gone
 Somebody's always just about
 To put some kind of awful plan in motion
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 Eastern red cedars and the pines
 And suddenly an elevated stone slab
 In what must have been a clearing once
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 Try to recognize the signals and the signposts
 With my curiosity
 Will likely always get the best of me
 It's like that one thing
 My Dad kept trying to tell me
 As the twilight
 Inched its way on up his body
 Get out!
 Get out!
 Get out!
 Get out!
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 Well of course I climbed atop the slab and I lay down on it
 I am a child
 I had my face toward the sky
 Lying there in the sun with both my eyes closed
 
 Woke up in near darkness
 What the hell is wrong with me?
 Volunteer pines in the hundreds in the dusk
 Like military tent poles
 
 Let my eyes adjust
 Try to read the markings on the slab
 Weird alphabets I felt sure I hadn't seen
 Just before I passed out
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 Stars growing brighter
 Me looking up
 Like a lobster in a cage down in the depths
 Beneath the bottom of a glass boat
 And I heard a voice
 From somewhere out beyond the free fall
 Like a captive soldier
 He's just trying to warn his brothers
 Get out!
 Get out!
 Get out!
 Get out!