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Little Ice Age
03:48
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Hail and hay in Allendale
Hail and hay in Allendale
Little one, are you coming?
Hail, he hold the howling hands that hail you
Hail, he holds the hallowed hands that bind
Hail, he holds the hands that handle halos
Hail, he hold these failing hands of mine
Little one, are you coming?
Hail across the fields with all their bales
Hail across the seas with all their sails
Hail, it's in our wolves and in our whales
Hail, it's in our heads and on our heels
Little one, are you coming?
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Sun
03:52
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Little lamb, why are you walking here, down the river's path
the loons have frozen down in ice, the water hasn't yet
learned to break its cracks, though the oaks they will be
blooming soon, waving through the glass
with matchsticks in their hands, and you will build
a temple here, where the aspens' silver lungs
breathe into their silver tongues, you will build
a chapel, too, in their silver heads, lay down
in their silver beds, you will learn to love the sun
like them, and the world will come to you,
the world will come to you
Little lamb, you will not walk here long
you will learn to climb, like a mountain lion
you will learn to love the thing that you desire
the things that make you burn like lightning on the pines
like wires in the soil, you will learn to love the sun
you will ring the bells above, where the ravens build
their nest, where the egret' snowy breast broods upon
the emptiness, the muscles in the sands
that stretch across the salty flats
with fire in the glands in the bad, badlands
(and the world will come to you)
where the bulbs of the black brands curl like myrtle
(and the world will come to you)
in the bees, in the bears, in the smoky scarab squirrels
(my love, my love will come and I will comfort you)
I will pluck your thorns and string them up like pearls
My little lion, dressed in kid gloves,
my love's steel boiled
even my lead is love
The world will come to you
the world will come to you
the sun will come and comfort you
my love, my love will come and I will comfort you
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3. |
For Sparrow
08:00
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Coarse day comes with a silver light
as the dry heat of the summer
burns a hole in the pines
And we've come down to the water
as we've come down to the wire
and we will build us a fire
In the rocky bends
in the smoky ends
in the bold, red echo of the moon
And I promise, if we get lost
I will hum and
I will comfort you
So you can tell your parents
how I love your yellow eyes
like the copper in the river,
like the gold dust in the desert
like the fur of the sage grass
in the prairie
And when we get lost,
when we get lost
in the badlands
In those purple fields
in that wide, golden
locket of the land
I promise, if we get old
I will hold
your wicker willow hands
I promise, if we get old
I will hold
your wicker willow hands
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Cities
02:36
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Quietly, quietly,
the cars' headlights are stars, you see
as the cities come creeping
Silently, silently,
the moon looks over her shoulder
at the grasslands turned gray with boulders
So come to me, run with me
roll in the grass with me
until the grass turns gray with concrete
Until the grasslands are gold
with the lights
of the ones they hold
Come to me, run with me
roll in the grass with me
as the cities come creeping
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Moon
04:25
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We called it a moon, a big black moon
a coal black moon,
it was all we could imagine
Until we called it a bird, a big black bird
a cormorant, a raven,
and the ocean was its breakers,
the ocean was its breakers,
the ocean was its breakers,
it was
It was, it was, it was
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Glass
11:24
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(If the minerals in the soil form a union
the horizon rakes them back
if the sky is glass...)
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Grass
04:23
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In your father's coat, you pawned off his closet
it was the last day of winter, 2002
now you haven't got much, his shoes and his wallet
and those records you remember from your youth
Now you'll drive down between parking garages
watch the crows sweeping down from the lights
of the switch motel and the cellular tower
across the river's crumpled foil
Was he ever a handsome man like you?
Was he ever a handsome man like you?
So you'll lie down in that butter-colored grass
watch the crows sweeping down from the lights
they will dive, they will dive, they will fly and they'll alight
as the hours, they turn your hair white
It will make a handsome man of you
it will make a handsome man of you
it will make such a handsome man of you
but it break the handsome fool in you
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8. |
Fabulist Decay
03:18
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9. |
Black Water
06:27
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I took my worries and I gave them to the cypress trees
I took my worries and I gave them to the cypress trees
I took my lost gloves and I tossed them to the mossy green
'cause worries and lost gloves, they are the same thing
to a tree
And I wish I had a razor for a soul
I wish I had a razor for a soul
I wish I had a razor for a soul
'cause I would lay down with the tiger and the icicle
For the band men on the edge of town
helicopters pull their prisms down
and that great dismal swamp stirs
black water, rolling under
and the catfish they are jumping
and the paddle wheel keeps thumping
and that great dismal swamp stirs
black water, black thunder
and "I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
"I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
"I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
"I ain't got no worries, it don't make no difference to me"
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Owllullaby
04:09
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Some of the branches lost their leaves
to show off the owls in the trees
and some of those owls would agree
you should close your eyes and fall asleep
Fall asleep, fall asleep, fall asleep
'cause you are a dream to me
And some of those owls would agree
you're up too late with the bats and the mice
and the crickets, worrying
how all our summer hours, they go
with their powers and the leaves
swept into the street
Now the snow sleeps in the street
now the snow sleeps in the street
now the snow sleeps in the street
and you are a dream to me
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