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Crimson Soil
05:31
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Crimson Soil
He came home
and noticed a flat tire on the front of the car.
It was then that he decided
to take the children to his sisters place
where it was safer
He fed the children packed everything into the trunk and left
As he drove he heard a creaking sound of the wheel sliding on the concrete
covered with a veil of disappointment
he drove on
Skies are field with fire
As this wreck drives slowly out of town
The flames are dancing across
this meadow.
Taste of that crimson soil
mouths are moving but there’s no sound
In the midst of this picture of hades
He stops there on the gravel verge
Hand are shaking
The wretch swings around the screws
Smell of those burning cold
There are thousands laying their heads down
There he sits leaning against the door
pleased he gazes into the skys
severed arm comes flying through the air
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2. |
Satin Hill
05:05
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Satin Hill
The sun slowly sets
Two men are walking through the woods
Beneath a large oak tree they stop and rest
Beneath a large oak tree
A weight they dragged under the trees
Which they took from Satin hills
A weight they dragged over the mire
A weight with a lamb inside
They dug that hole an hour long
The soil was dogged and cold
Shovels were slow
See winter has covered the land
Slowly winter is taking their nails
Strain caress their heads
And in the distance they hear a soul
With the corner of his eye
He gazes upon two men
With the corner of his eye
All covered in dirt
Hey, throw some more dirt on
Can’t you see his finger underneath that leaf
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3. |
Battle Of The Idiots
05:37
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4. |
The Well
07:18
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5. |
Streams
06:48
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Streams
Under this rug stream chases away the god
He’s new and has golden feathers growing from his knees
The lucky fortunate sons are standing there in the dark
You see those beasts are claiming lives in the end
I see doves on your shoulders friend
But they won’t fly you to that promise land
For their necks were snapped by your holy man
Children play in the river and the old are throwing spears in
Which they stole from the ocean floor
And as the grass colors those shores
Near this slow water
Their names grow out of this dried up summer soil
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6. |
Ivy
07:37
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Ivy
There they stand
Dressed in veil
Songs they’ve sang
Memories in rusted frames
Eyes in the doorway
As one last time he leans
and whispers in her ear
Graves are shallow
No candle burn on
No sign on that stone
As ivy grows over and those magpies won't sing
And no one will speak again
And as children run those magpies all away
Return they never will
In time Ivy grow on this ground will no more
And all will wither away
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Lungs
09:21
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There is an ashtray in the basement
Dinner’s on the table
Hands are trembling
A face hides behind a cigarette
A room full of broken
They burn on the garden bed and slowly are swallowed by the ground
In houses voices weary still hover through rooms
The trails leading outside are choked with ages
Plight of men
Burden of dreams
Torments of time
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