Indigo Girls Jonas Ezekial
"Jonas & Ezekial" is an Amy Ray song from about Spring 1991, I believe. Amy says that she wrote it while biking in Vermont. The lyrics, that is. It's tough to ride while playing guitar. The first I heard it was in a soundcheck on June 5, 1991, in Vienna, Virginia. The version I'm transcribing is from the Austin City Limits performance recorded in late '91, for broadcast in January 1992. Jonas & Ezekial. I left my anger in a river running near Highway 5 New Hampshire, Vermont, bordered by, Cottage farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks Voices in the woods and the mountaintops I used to search for reservations and native lands Before I realized everywhere I stand There have travelled feet burning wild as fire And past lives, sister, are my desire Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now Steady now, and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose angel are you anyway - anyway? When I was young my people taught me well Give back what you take or you'll go to hell It's not the devil's land, you know it's not that kind Every devil I meet becomes a friend of mine Every devil I meet is an angel in disguise Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now Steady now, and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose turn is it anyway - anyway? White - Tongue - Rope - Fear - Be Still My Dear A bullet in the head, now he's dead A friend of a friend, someone said. He was an activist with a very short life I think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight. In the war over land where the world began Prophecy says it's where the world will end There's a tumor growing in our backyard Fear in our heads; fear in our hearts Prophets in the graveyards Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now Steady now, and don't come out I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose angel are you anyway - anyway? Jonas and Ezekial, hear me now Steady now, before you ghost about I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face Whose angel are you anyway - anyway? I said there's prophets in the graveyards, in the bars Prophets in the graveyards, in the bars.
