A man works in a mine, but longs for the sun. So he blows up the mine
lyrics
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
credits
from Horse Latitudes,
released June 30, 2017
Michael Garrett - Vocals, guitar
Bobbie Roberts - Vocals, Cello
Angus Kemp - Vocals, Viola
Thomas Williams - Vocals, Cajon
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