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The Farthest Shore
03:28
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Bring fire to the children
bring water to the aging
and torture all the clouds until it rains
sing songs into ditches
as we pass along in searching
til we find the curse that’s causing all our pains
Throw stones into the sky
and drag the sky into the ocean
and hold the ocean calmly in your hands
and water all the deserts
til the roses are all blooming
make windows made of glass from all the sand
Shake math out of the stars
cork laughter in this old jar
put singing birds into your messy hair
and make clothes out of the leaves
that fell from atop the old tree
that stood for years and years just over there
Kill gods with a kiss
steal sunshine from the moon’s lips
build boats of reeds against the coming storm dream histories at night
wake up and pull the sails tight
keep rowing til we reach the farthest shore
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Milk
04:27
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Oh when we laid in the grass oh with our bodies laid so flat
Oh when we felt the time pass
oh when we looked through the glass
We saw your daughter with skin so rosy and fair
we saw flickering light that danced with the air
and the angels and saints are wagging their tongues while that silvery light danced on brother and son
Oh when milk
rained down from the sky it stained our clothes
it stung in my eyes
We saw the birds
were circling high
they blocked out the sun we watched them all fly
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We are not the garden wall
the one that blocked the sun when you were small because it stood so tall
We are not the wrecking ball
the one that made your ancient houses fall your families and all
When you die your words are all made true your habits become you
and everything is new
We are not the handmade sail
that cracks its luffs when winds have failed it turns your face so pale
No, we are not the handmade sail the one that bends beneath the gale held fast by rusty nails
When you die your words are all made true your habits become you
and everything is new
Oh, when you die your promises renew your friends they call come through
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Old Road
04:11
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There once was an old road that as children we’d pass
of old sun-bleached bones and of brown withered grass
and old men with guitars who would sing as they would laugh
The birds in the meadows would all turn into kites
we’d sail through the morning until it was night
the wolves would be howling at the full moon’s first light
The trees had all learned to sing amen, amen
the mountains learned to shake and churn and finally ascend where clouds would send lightning to give us our end
The road is all overgrown with poppies and thorns
it no longer leads anywhere, it no longer leads home the moon no longer sets out, the moon no longer roams the old road
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Healf-Hearted Laughter
04:50
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The walking song began last spring I felt the grass soft under my feet underneath our family tree
with arms round each other
we grieved in the green
The currents sway to and fro and everyone that I know will give in
they’ll all give in
some sickness so sweet will wear them so thin
I’ve been so long without a home
and we all have sins to atone
buried deep those boxes keep
the sounds of half-hearted laughter and wholehearted grief and all will pray for relief
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Lumberyard
03:37
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The axe in my hand
cuts only at branches
cuts not at the bark
its toughness is far too much for this blade
all rusted and lame
as the ice trickles down and covers this town
in the lumberyard thaw
This ice in my hands
in my head it demands melts away when we all fly south for the fall
when we cover the streets in dust from the trees
as our bodies flow out down rivers, past towns spilling out like a sound laying beds in the ground of the lumberyard
This axe in my hand
cuts only at branches
cuts not at the bark
its toughness is far too much
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Homes and Jewells
04:07
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We drove to the hills
and took off all our clothes all the beasts gathered round and heard our stories told
Our bodies were so tired
from walking through the night the air began to thin
distant we heard singing
And the children sang from their homes in the ground sang so sweet with the words they had found
shining teeth were the jewels in the crowns
we said naught, we were struck down by the sound
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Lived through a winter
lived through a spring
the seasons don’t mean nothing when the seasons cease to sing
When the seasons cease to sing the trouble then is deep
as deep as the oceans
of the earth on which we sleep
The earth on which we sleep bluebottles, jays and sparrows take to the skies as arrows the wind for them to keep
Their eyes are wells whose bottoms you can’t reach
Lived through a winter
lived through a spring
the seasons don’t mean nothing when the seasons cease to sing
When the seasons cease to sing the trouble then is deep
as deep as the oceans
of the earth on which we sleep
The earth on which we sleep
foxes, wolves, and wild dogs
snake through the trees as night falls the fields for them to keep
Their eyes are wells whose bottoms you can’t reach and the harvest comes but there’s nothing there to reap and the clouds cover the sun and banish the heat
so, sing a song to us to help us face our defeat
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Driven From Our Fields
05:04
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It came from the river, making nighttime from the day
Driven from our fields, we huddled closely and whispered quietly
Oh cruel leviathan
We prayed for salvation
Braying and snarling beasts were given to the sky Moving and crumbling, ever marching, coming nigh
Oh cruel leviathan
We prayed for salvation
We had gathered our courage, we had prayed to the sky We had gathered our things and walked east in the night
The air thick, and smelling of rotting bones, had choked our vision The creaking of the floorboards, we did not dare make a sound
Oh cruel leviathan
We prayed for salvation
Hopeful thoughts were flooding to come and wash away our sins From the burning and the breaking, ever watching frightful eyes.
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Across Red Desert Plains
05:12
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Across red desert plains
through valleys and endless remarks in the rain through the last things remembered in pain
we fly, we fly
Will we die in an aeroplane
for how long will the last few dull seconds remain will we ever be happy again
we fly, we fly
She turns and she mutters my name letting out one last breath as I wave and her face says to me
will you write when you leave
will I know where you'll be
I drive but it tires my brain
they will find us together asleep in the flames we cry out across the mountains in vain
and we die, we die
And in death we will live without games
we will wish we will want to have life back again and in death we will live without names
for we die, we die
She turns and she mutters my name letting out one last breath as I wave and her face says to me
will you write when you leave
will I know where you'll be
And I will erase and rebuild what I've been
and everything’s dumb that you think is a sin
and everyone new will know where to begin
and they will come find you and they’ll call you friend
And I will erase and rebuild what I've been
and everything’s dumb that you think is a sin
and everyone new will know where to begin
and they will come find you and they'll call you friend
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Canada Ann Arbor, Michigan
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