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Song For The Road
04:07
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O the road is weary of the pilgrims
Never asking her for her blessing
Giving all their moments to reflections in the heat
Mother is the left foot and father is the right
They carry their devotion like the love of a child
She's cried countless times on the bodies that they leave behind
Those she sees recoil hear only snakes
Hiding in their lands and rattling
When will they learn? When will they hear her
placing all her stones before their feet
in a language that reads as a plea for peace?
In the gown of sand that they make her
She rises in the wind like a savior
She tries to dust their eyes
Like in stories that she's heard at firesides
In the night, as they teach each other what peace feels like
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Omen
03:02
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(scratching and fluttering in the walls)
Nesting I am nesting
Safe where I was before
In the grave I carve my days into
Omen from before
Wooden eyes open scored
What do you want from where you land?
What do you get from where you land?
It’s a similar theme
There is never a dream
That’ll let me sleep
No room to breathe
In the walls
Omen from before
Wooden eyes open scorching
What do you want from where you land?
What do you get from where you choose to fall?
Through the plaster
Digging faster
A stag, a diaspora, a flock of birds,
I’m recalling every word
I stayed too long then they came crawling asking “what comes after?”
I am kindling to the flame
I pick up the weapon and I carve my way out of my bed in the earth
Starting with the knots in the floor
Omen from before
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Bossfight
10:06
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After the unbearable task of overthrowing the old overthrower came to pass, the clarity set in.
It had gotten too hard to participate, stay in place, brace himself from flooring it at every red light - so lying awake one night, arms spread wide, he finally realized his crucifixion: Pressing the thorns deeper into his head, gripping the nails deeper into his hands, never forgetting a single little word that they said, and counting every second passing - rest never came, so why should night?
After the unbearable feat of gathering many men in the name of loathing and defense, the clarity set in.
They would assemble themselves as parts into a locomotive to keep them safe, stay in place, brace themselves against an age and save their wives and children for fuel so they would never need a revolution. And he was conductor, from overhead, reaching above to hold time in his hands, never once shying away from the sky as he claimed for the world what it wanted, counting every second until it was daylight all the time.
And with the broken bodies he built structure
And from the blood and filth he pulled the ink
And on our new-won land he wrote the law
And dried the words under the sun of a new day
Held In Place.
You think you’re above the law?
You think you can climb high enough to touch me?
You are not allowed to look down and see the world as it should be
As it should be
As it should be
It has to be this way it has to be this way it has to be this way it has to be this way
Not small now, broader than ever
My burden crowns my fatherhood
As it should be
As it should be
You think you’re above the law
You think you can fly high enough to touch
You think of the old overthrower
Who overthrew the one before and the one before and the one before and the
You’re too small now, stay away forever
I’ll melt your wings I’ll make you see things
As they should be
As they should be
As they should be
After the unbearable certainty that everything had been a gamble to distract me from time ticking by the clarity set in.
Every Body Had To Go
Love, give me the muck. Smear me in your name. Paint thick Love, over my blisters, so I am not seen as the same. Love I pulled and pulled and pulled and found that I am not one of a kind. I beseech you to give me strength to hold the sun in the sky. Love, become my mantle, I will ascend the throne. But all of my subjects were betrayers, so don’t leave me alone. Love father man master please god don’t tell them. Whatever fate you have in store please Love, let it not be one where they know.
You think I am just like you
You think you can see into my eyes
I’m the only one who can do it
Just please don’t leave me oh god
It’s unbearable, and all mine, and there will be a time
When I lose alone
When I lose alone
When I lose, alone
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Epilogue
02:32
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(when I lose alone)
I killed the flame, and could not pick up the weapon
So I made it that only you could
And I became the stone the sword sits in
Waiting on the one who would
I knew when you burst into more
I'd had a good run, but did not want to stop and
When you came into my world
Everything I loved had turned into rot, so
Hero, take my hand.
Wield me as best you can
And know that I was once like you
And you could be like me
I was once like you
And you could be like me
I was once like you
And you could be like me
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Lily Desmond New York
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