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The Miner
03:20
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The dust hung like curtains,
And fell to the ground
And I was never one to be fond of this town
But I’ll suffer the evenings,
For the break of the day
In so faithful a story as though written in page
It was sombre the morning, sweet was the air,
I was bathing in your bright arms
But the thought of this hole was to tear my heart in two
In here I’m just one of the masses,
Just another lost soul
Who pays for in blood, what’s given in gold
Morning to evening, bent to the rock
Break through wall to find wall again
And each handful of rubble a day I’ll never know
Now there’s never a word on these blackened lips
Like there never was gold in the mine
Just the empty old rhythm that begs for solitude
Go on ravage the earth like some blessed kiss,
Go on rid them of all their disease
And I’ll wait, in the morning, for you
So I took it upon me
To bury the beast
Fire in my belly, slow match in the teeth
And I buried my ballast a mile underground,
Now I’m bathing in your arms again
But this cold-blooded devil has turned his cuff on me
As this rope burns the skin on the back of my neck
In some glorious irony
I guess the empty old rhythm has found its solitude
Perhaps this brief taste was too rich for the tongue
Now I’m bound to go back underground
But I’ll wake, in the morning, to you
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2. |
Horse Latitudes
03:42
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Hand me gold, hand me silver and I’ll spill it all out; I’ll cast it away
Spend the most on the women and the rest on the jack of spades
And I’ll be back around in the month of May
There was a woman once, she held me like a heavy rain
Like every man needs a cradle, every woman needs a heart to mend
Yes I knew love once, but I’ll never know love again
She stole my heart like some sea-bound bird
And I’ll spend all of this God-damned money ‘till it no longer hurts
Cos she’s my ocean, yes she’s my lover
I’ll follow her horizons farther and farther
And drop my anchor when this old debt is through
And I’ll flog that dead horse, ride these endless latitudes.
I never was one for water, my colour turns, my stomach tips
But she stood firm on her sea legs, she whispered through her sea lips
And I’ll dive deep into that ocean cos her smile could launch a thousand ships
Throw myself at these sails like the wind and the rain
And every new voyage another link in this ball and chain
Cos she’s my ocean, yes she’s my lover
I’ll follow her horizons further and further
And drop my anchor when this old debt is through
And I’ll flog that dead horse, try my best not to think of you.
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Birds and Beasts
03:15
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There was a rain that lay this town
I watched the water cut deep furrows in its wounded face
It washed the coal out from the land,
Washed the briefcase from our hands
But this boat was sent to save
Not to rock upon these careless waves
There was a rain that lay this town
Its still pouring down
There was a path that cut these hills
It thread rambling needle through the patchwork seams
It led the sheep down to the water,
Led the migrants to the border
But these feet were made to climb
Not to tread this long familiar line
There was a path that cut these hills
Its winding still
There was a burden on these backs
It lashed a load to the rythym of the whip as it cracked
It sent the elders to their beds,
Washed the hubris from of our heads
But this wind was sent to cleanse
Not to bend the knees of the lesser man
There was a burden on these backs
Oh lord to relax
There was a fable in this land
A young girl sculped mountains from the desert sands
Waved the wind across the ocean with her mudded hand
Poured her tears down on the sinners as they screwed up her plans
But this bird was sent to sing
Not to beat upon the wind with her tired wings
There is a fable in this land
Only some will understand
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Jackson Hole
04:34
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Beautiful curse
You spilled blood, broke bone, to turn this earth
It swallowed you in and blackened your skin
And you fought to survive
Fire in your belly, it burned bright in your eyes
‘Till you turned down your brow, to that opium ground
And love laid you down in that old Jackson Hole
Love laid you down in that old Jackson Hole
I long to tread these steps
Touch my hands on the tools that you left
There’s rage in these winds, I fear a war to begin
And my hands are full for now
With touch of gun metal over saddle and plough
There’s bad seed took hold of these precious young souls
And love laid them down in that old Jackson Hole
Love laid them down in that old Jackson Hole
Lay me to rest
I won’t plead, no I won’t beg
But I’ll fight like you fought and I’ll bleed like you bled
‘Till love lays me down in that old Jackson Hole
Love lays me down in that old Jackson Hole
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