1. |
The Shared Cup
02:45
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THE SHARED CUP
we drank from a shared cup
we burned our tongues
under the Queen's portrait gaze we burned on furor's awl
we ran hope marathons
I watched you drink with your hands
we once tasted curfew's limits
we once broke dawns
so if you now sit grinding heels
so then we stay spinning wheels
I watched you drink with your hands
and kneel at the pool
We drank from a shared cup
once
We scattered seed
but I put it in the ground
I've sown this field
I want to see it grow
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2. |
Steady on the Plough
03:45
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STEADY ON THE PLOUGH
O come my aged youth
Have you your weapons drawn?
Have you your righteous anger poised
and your sharp-edged tongue?
We're burning right to left
and all that's in between
and let the fire split the seed
so that it might grow again
O count yourself among the few
chose to bind sheaves
and with the foremost we ignite
upon this prairie yield
Why all this talk of ghosts?
because what lifts and sways
are those of us among the flax
that brush our hands atop the grain
***
Keep your hand steady on the plough
the harvest will be full
keep your hand steady on the plough
you are much loved
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3. |
Garden of Paths
03:01
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GARDEN OF PATHS
Then we would close our eyes
and shun disquiet sound
this whole nintendo generation balks
at the commited vow
then we would sleep through days
then we won't ever change
or then we could hold fire
and then we could sluice ash
and with the knowledge of
taken to such ends
could awaken cities whole
if we would burden weight
then we could garner change
it's not such to fake it
and woolen eyes
we wont ever lead them on
and with those words sincerest
that move mountains whole
we would ever cheer them on
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4. |
Born to Thirst
03:13
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BORN TO THIRST
So standing on high
under the harvest sun
crows wailing like sirens
guardian every bend
glide among the fields
and glean with their beaks
Every golden acre
of every bolden son
swallowing chaw
or standing in awe
bend down the stalk
or rend it whole
Waving books in the air
shouting voices hoarse
making it well known
of all they won't allow
elevate our children forth
and bid them likewise
We'll put our grain together
and smoke out the weeks
hum some national hymn
and breathe through our teeth
bank on revivalists
to pray the rain down
***
We'll put our hands together
under the harvest moon
with a silence like sirens
a ringing prairie tune
a song like rivers course
out from dry throats
***
scratch our names here
with our pocket knives
we'd trench our own if they gave me
1000 rivers to quench my thirst...
baby, we were born to thirst
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