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[[I]] first heard it performed by [[Howard Ashby Kranz (nonfiction)|Howard Ashby Kranz]] in July 2019.
[[I]] first heard it performed by [[Howard Ashby Kranz (nonfiction)|Howard Ashby Kranz]] in July 2019.


[[Howard Ashby Kranz (nonfiction)]]
== Lyrics ==
 
<blockquote>
Looking out the window, where the country used to be<br>
Parking lots and freeways as far as the eye can see.<br>
Buildings reaching higher, till they’re blocking out the sun<br>
All that asphalt and concrete where rivers used to run<br>
In the jaws of the destroyer, (remember, you don’t look back)<br>
When your children are living in the cracks.
 
All these sweet conveniences, how long will they last?<br>
Your victories are ancient now; they’re all buried in the past<br>
Foundations all are crumbling,  you sit and you wonder why<br>
I can’t begin to tell you my friend, so I won’t even try<br>
But you’ve tied the ropes so tightly now, won’t you give me just a little slack<br>
And I’ll continue living in the cracks.<br>
 
Living in the cracks, between prison and the street, on my back and on my feet<br>
Living in the cracks, with no money in my hand, is that so hard to understand?<br>
I’m a natural fact, and I’m living in the cracks.
 
Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in town<br>
Too many times for counting now, I’ve tried to settle down<br>
I’ve worked hard when I had to; I’ve learned to make my way<br>
But one job for a lifetime is a game I can’t play<br>
My earth is growing greener, while yours is turning black<br>
There’s a forest growing, living in the cracks.
 
Nature licks her wounds, when she’s given half a chance.<br>
Earth and sky and water, we’re all here in the same dance.<br>
Morning asked the evening "What happened in between?"<br>
As the earth spins on its axis, what does destruction mean?
They went to sleep in a mansion, and woke in a one room shack<br>
These rich and poor men living in the cracks.<br>
 
Living in the cracks, between prison and the street, on my back or on my feet<br>
Living in the cracks with no money in my hand, is that so hard to understand?
We’re all natural facts, and we’re living in the cracks.
</blockquote>
 
== In the News ==
 
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== Fiction cross-reference ==
 
* [[Gnomon algorithm]]
* [[Gnomon Chronicles]]
 
== Nonfiction cross-reference ==
 
* [[Howard Ashby Kranz (nonfiction)]]
 
External links:
 
Attribution:
 
* Lyrics by Lorenzo Lattanzi.
 
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Latest revision as of 14:08, 4 August 2019

"Living in the Cracks" is a song by Lorenzo Lattanzi.

I first heard it performed by Howard Ashby Kranz in July 2019.

Lyrics

Looking out the window, where the country used to be
Parking lots and freeways as far as the eye can see.
Buildings reaching higher, till they’re blocking out the sun
All that asphalt and concrete where rivers used to run
In the jaws of the destroyer, (remember, you don’t look back)
When your children are living in the cracks.

All these sweet conveniences, how long will they last?
Your victories are ancient now; they’re all buried in the past
Foundations all are crumbling, you sit and you wonder why
I can’t begin to tell you my friend, so I won’t even try
But you’ve tied the ropes so tightly now, won’t you give me just a little slack
And I’ll continue living in the cracks.

Living in the cracks, between prison and the street, on my back and on my feet
Living in the cracks, with no money in my hand, is that so hard to understand?
I’m a natural fact, and I’m living in the cracks.

Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in town
Too many times for counting now, I’ve tried to settle down
I’ve worked hard when I had to; I’ve learned to make my way
But one job for a lifetime is a game I can’t play
My earth is growing greener, while yours is turning black
There’s a forest growing, living in the cracks.

Nature licks her wounds, when she’s given half a chance.
Earth and sky and water, we’re all here in the same dance.
Morning asked the evening "What happened in between?"
As the earth spins on its axis, what does destruction mean? They went to sleep in a mansion, and woke in a one room shack
These rich and poor men living in the cracks.

Living in the cracks, between prison and the street, on my back or on my feet
Living in the cracks with no money in my hand, is that so hard to understand? We’re all natural facts, and we’re living in the cracks.

In the News

Fiction cross-reference

Nonfiction cross-reference

External links:

Attribution:

  • Lyrics by Lorenzo Lattanzi.