Indian Fables Lyrics - Guided By Voices

I leap toward the south yeah 

And attempt to burn my bridges 

Way down to the equator 

And back up north with the wind 

I'm travelin' 

And the last I heard twelve sad stories 

From disciples of the sun 

And we rang the bell 

And fired the gun 

To worship the perfect and sometimes cruel 

Impartiality of the sun 

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