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Curses Upon Me!
02:55
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You haven’t called and you haven’t shown
And you haven’t been shorn down to the bone
You haven’t prepared for the rise of the horn
You haven’t considered you’ll wish you weren’t born
Curses! Curses! Curses upon me!
Hang the Valley of Stones in my tree
Your curse upon me, your curse upon me
I wish it could be; I wish it could be!
The crimson sun’s sundry servants dismay
All manner of fool, wise, sad and gay
Tragedy squeals with delight at your fall
So easily trapped in the skin of a doll
Curse! Curses! Curses upon me!
Arrows of the warrior and coals of the broom-tree
Your curse upon me, your curse upon me
I wish it could be, I wish it could be
They raise up their mannequin upon the palanquin
And lift up their voices as if she will win
Deaf, dumb and blind, loveless and lifeless
It’s easy to like her, she knows how to dress
Curses! Curses! Curses upon me!
Fire, famine, flood and disease
Your curse upon me, your curse upon me
I wish it could be, I wish it could be
I have some friends the size of pinheads
Mistaken for dust dirtying our clean beds
My friends are not allowed to speak Indian
But the fifth seal will loosen their cries to the son
Curses! Curses! Curses upon me!
Dash my children upon the paved street
Your curse upon me, your curse upon me
I wish it could be, I wish it could be
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Set apart the horse from the cart
Set in stone the marrow in the bone
Like a tramp in a timber lean-to
Create a fire that you must cling to
How the drone makes my memories swim
How the dross resembles my skin
Let the tyrants persuade those at ease
Let the hangman swing from His trapeze
You sway over me
On the ground I fly
The bells I ring
No one hears but you
The wicked prowl on every known side
Gentle gestures coaxing stolen brides
I cannot resist or fight the proud hand
I cannot dig to find my own land
Resting with a cold night on my back
Waiting for the windigo to come back
If I cannot bring him to his knees
Turn and train a thousand lovely bees
You sway over me
On the ground I fly
The bells I ring
No one hears but you
Enemy paths lead to the black waters
My footprints in snow resemble my fathers
Take time to grow there’s no time to spare
We hang like jewels from morning’s hair
The time of the eagle, the time of the bear
The time of the lamb, now let us prepare
My whole being begins at the end
My wholehearted response to my friend
Above the weather and under his wing
Beneath that shadow and over all I sing
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3. |
Garden Warfare Blues
04:56
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Enemies surround the gates
He that destroys is he who hates
Bromeliads call out my fate
The gardener will not be late
Dumpster skulls are crying
Innocents deceased
The faces of the ghosts there
Rise up with the heat
Face down on the ground, alone
Water my aloes from the stone
Lonesome tears and spirit groans
Draw my sword and drown the drone
Indian winds are blowing
Ancient spirits cry
Rising up before him
Who was sacrificed
Gentle soldier where’s your gun
Hidden in the still garden
Stashed among the lilies three
Garden warfare heals me
In the garden trenches
Sweating bullet blood
Jesus took the stronghold
Died for undying love
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Cinders
02:36
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I’m wringing out of my coat
The tears I cannot cry
I’m choking on the words
That always say goodbye
I’m handing you this letter
Heavy as a hammer
Sad as Athens when she
Lost the war and all her glamour
But it’s me who is the worm
It’s you that earned the prize
It’s me who has long been seen
As petty in your eyes
I’m silent as a frozen lake
But I creak and I moan
When I think of your sons and your daughters
I just want to go home
But I will remain here
To show you around
When you fall from your balloon
I’ll be underground
Ask for me by name
Ask for Brother Worm
Ask Owl, Wolf or Raccoon
They’re familiar with the term
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Fire up on the Mountain
04:21
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Fire up on the mountain
Wooden wheels are starting to turn
There’s lightning in the wind
My ghost begins to burn
The higher the pine
The faster the flames will churn
Sitting on my front porch
Watching the smoke roll on
I come from that mountain
Over yonder, from way beyond
If you don’t know my name
I’ll answer to “singer of songs”
The bears are asleep
The eagle’s got only one eye
I can see with my scope
Just where he goes to fly
Ask, and he’ll tell you
Just why it is that we must die
I’m looking at your picture
Reflection of flames in the glass
You always said that
This could never come to pass
You lit a match to your own house
How did you think it would last
Run into the cave
Throw your bones in the dark
Run down the road
Burn up just like the bark
every chance of escape
Is becoming very stark
The springs are boiling
It’s steaming from the creek bed
The rockslide is smoking
The sky turned black and red
I’ll wake in the morning
But tonight I’ll surely be dead
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Untamed Eyes
05:36
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Loneliness is still not quite as it seems
Solitude is still filled with mysteries
Take me upon the heights, searching day and night
Nowhere in this world can I behold the sight
Of your untamed eyes
Untamed eyes
Your untamed eyes
Untamed eyes
If I hold onto all your wildest dreams
Will I fall into your diamond sea
And if I stand in Rome or travel to Bombay
I will have done nothing to escape the gaze
Make me to wake early under mild windhair;
Make me search within every decibel of your voice
I came up in a rosebud fire of ecstasy
I came up under a living mountain-star smile
I came up reading the scrolls of your wisdom hair
I came up harvesting fields of light with my eyescythe
The hardest thing to do in these city lights
Is to look above and see no stars at night
So I close my eyes, I kiss it all goodbye
I’m going for a ride up to see the light
In your untamed eyes
Untamed eyes
Your untamed eyes
Untamed eyes
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Follow Those Bones
04:04
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Follow those bones
They’re fixed on you
Six shades of blue
Your baby too
She’s a whitewashed headstone
Drop dead gorgeous
Such haunting skin
That girl came in
All dressed to win
She’s a devil’s fortress
Ghost in your head
Little white one
She’s just too fun
‘til mornin’ come
lying in your forked bed
Waitin’ round to die
Burnin’ in the sun
Gnaw your black tongue
But death won’t come
There’s a man standin’ in the sky
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Miniature Murder
04:22
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My silence is a virtue
As well as my invisibility
I cornered your attention
I countered your mistake
And fear it flows like honey
Into the cup you drink
Though I could never harm you
I am of your own blood
But miniature murder is on your mind
The life inside says death has died
I’m yours to bear
These words I sing, The bells I ring
Are tangled in your hair
We are as one, reject the drone
The swarming voices; cold, unbetrothed
Oh be my mother please
Rest with me upon your breast
The hand that forms me holds the rod
To break the beast, our enemy
He hears my voice, calls me by name
I pray that you would do the same
But miniature murder is on your mind
The life inside says death has died
I’m yours to bear
These words I sing, the bells I ring
Are tangled in your hair
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Irretrievable Memory
01:35
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Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!
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Our candles burn on in this storming night
Our candles hidden from sight
The light of day does not touch me here
Yet I will not cry for fear
But I will cry in my world of silence
For freedom from the violence
My torch burns with the flame of life
One day we’ll be free of this strife
Flowers brave, we are not what we seem
We shall bloom and rise through the cracks
Of their concrete dreams
Our voices ring with the song of the weak
Who has the ears to hear us speak?
The howling silence pierces to the bone
From a silent heart of stone
We are no threat, we are no enemy
And yet we die as if to be
How long until the time will come
To rest and be at peace as one?
Flowers brave, we are not what we seem
We shall bloom and rise through the cracks
Of their concrete dreams
Wings have spread across my face
And darkness fills my eyes
Feel the shadow moving now
To take me by surprise
Touch my head and lift me up
I look into your face
Love is armor for the heart
And strong as your embrace
Better blood speaks for me
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