The Great Reality Lyrics - Monumentals
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MONUMENTALS
Copyright 2000 Michael E. Walker

Verse 1

In the sky of Ohio
your windmills caught his heart.
Monumentals
welded part by part.

Chorus

Now the canyon’s filled with moonlight;
a fallen Starr was called back home.
They keep turning through the cold night; monumentals to his soul.

Verse 2

There are no straight lines;
curve to point, then curve again.
Delineation
must always come to an end.

Chorus 2 (Repeat 1)

Bridge

There are dark times for every Midas.
Hands twisted by arthritis
a vision birthed in pain

Verse 3

Just an old blacksmith;
a gene pool full of the same
axles and water heaters
a passion forged in whirling fame.

Final Chorus

Cheyenne canyon warm with sunlight
Monumentals turn with ease.
Exhilarating as a fine wine
A Starr stirring in the breeze