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The End Of The Days
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The End Of The Days
i would walk through the night just to fall through the ice i would toss out every tooth every bone i have brushes for hands i got shovels for feet it’s not easy to be happy at home you found things that i’ve lost yes, i stole more than i got there were gardens not grown and unloved i have wasted years tasted tears but felt the goodness in every one we were spun in the night and were done by first light now my eyes operate at half speed did i ever fight fires did i ever cut wires only swallowed when i needed to breathe how the way that we woke in a state half broke how the wind whipped itself into a god how the channel took a man and turned him into sand with the capacity to be more than he was there is trouble on the way we can leave we can stay hear the low rumble the moan but grief dies slow feed greed and it grows i’ve become bothersome i have grown old i take a bite from the bread make it right in my head spend an hour without your memory it’s not a pleasure to plead it’s not a joy to be in need of the essentials we cannot even see how the whole state shakes everything has to break how the whole state shakes at the end of the days at the end of the days at the end of the days the end of the days
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A Coronation Oak
to believe there’s a whole other way and not just what we’ve got some method with meaning and grace like a swim or a song to trust there’s still lessons to learn and that the day is not done well we were there when the school loudly blew apart with a crash and then a thump here in this western field a coronation oak ageless and stateless and grand and wondrously alone at home to be safe without running away to be calm without a care when the clouds crowd and downpour threatens and thick grows the air with metal on the tongue and a charge to the skin when the branches shake their fists to the heavens and then the heavens weep here in this western field a coronation oak ageless and stateless and grand and wondrously alone at home family and friends and fine folk sounds and men my beloved companion a last walk before bed lazily down the lane the whole valley sighs trees tremble with the chirping birds singing goodnight here in this western field a coronation oak ageless and stateless and grand and wondrously alone at home
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Digger
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Digger
when the fog lies on the water and the rain falls on the land and the day is a dog and the morning moans and i wake with a spade in my hand and there are hours before the family arrive but the hole will not dig itself and so it’s off to the chapel with a belly full of nothing sometimes you got to tighten the belt and a cold wind is an honest wind when it brings the sleet and the snow and i look long and hard but the clay remains dark there’s no light at the bottom of this hole it wasn’t always such a dead end job when we started there was gold in the hills and we all rushed to claim a piece of the dirt yes we were hungry for our fill but the good days grew old the way that bad days do and twilight comes to them all there are lessons to learn if you have years enough and some things that are forever lost now you can’t see the shine for the soil you can’t make wood from the smoke and i look long and hard but the clay remains dark there’s no light at the bottom of this hole and there are finches in the willow i hear woodpeckers beating on bark if there’s a way out from here i pray that it’s near for the digging only leads to the dark there’s no light at the bottom of this hole
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Won't Be Found By Looking
when the moon showed its dark side and still it shined bright when i had missed the boat that would carry me home and so i tried hunting i wandered through the meadows where the wild things go and i looked for a trace of where she might have slept and from where she might have left won’t be found by looking i walked to the southern rocks where we threw all our clothes off i hoped that perhaps she swam there still liquid and white and languid and fine there were two boys fishing i told them my wife was missing so we searched the shallows wet to our waists but what’s away to the waves won’t be found by looking it was only a moment and how i did throw it if they’re coming tomorrow i’ll make haste today and be swift on my way be swift on my way down to the beach house where the wind blew the fires out i pulled up the floorboards shone a torch up the chimney a starling’s nest but happiness won’t be found by looking oh the mornings can be dreadful when winter won’t wait i had a place i dug a hole i was set i was well prepared but chaos cuts corners and it comes so cruelly kindness is a kick goodness is gone all the memories got lost and won’t be found by looking and when the cold brings the toothache and the snow brings the colic and your footprints are skipping across the moors peaty and shining and the moon falls into the hills and no one is watching to be alone without you the black and the blue yes your touch left a bruise that won’t be found by looking
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The Bedlam Boys Are Bonny
for to see mad tom of bedlam ten thousand miles of bad roads she travels on dirty toes maudlin goes to save her shoes from gravel her hands have murdered murdered giants and up her sleeves long knives she carries and she cuts pies from children’s thighs and feeds them nightly to the fairies the spirits white white as lightening would on her travels travels guide her and the stars would shake and the heavens break if ever anyone were to smite her oh she would wreck the man in the moon set upon him turn him to powder and beat a mad song upon his dome and there would howl no demon louder she says drink to bedlam drink to mad tom go fill the barrels with all the seas she’ll drink it all well brewed with gall and when she’s drunk well then she’ll quarrel bonny boys bonny mad boys bedlam boys are bonny
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Hound
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Hound
at depths i can barely fathom down beneath and below i forget sometimes there’s a home it’s there that you hound me in the branches and in the leaves and then suddenly on my knees looking up at the sycamore tree it’s there right there that you hound me stepping into virginia lake and it’s murder below my waist and i concentrate on the pain and the sensation it’s you again you hound me in the meadows and in the glen we rode a fine mile and then i called and you didn’t return but now you hound me
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Find Something Wonderful
02:56
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Find Something Wonderful
one day the rain’s gonna come and your thumb be plum out of luck cause this wall won’t stand always here come the flood and the waves dumb son you follow the gun find something wonderful and kill it the cold snap the grim north wind the bad blood coming home again white line on the right side and i know you’re never gonna change your mind dumb son you follow the gun find something wonderful and kill it you’re not welcome with your foot in the door you look better with your face on the floor everyone’s gonna have to pull their weight damn heavy damn straight dumb son you follow the gun find something wonderful and kill it but in time the good will out like a right light at sundown call your boys down from the trees and stop sobbing into the sea dumb son you follow the gun find something wonderful and kill it you spill blood and keep love on the run find something wonderful and kill it it’s cut up swallowed and gone find something wonderful and kill it it’s over you do what you done find something wonderful and kill it
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Never The Less
06:12
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Never The Less
it was always the kindness and never the cold but always the walking and the never the home and when gathering firewood the birds complained we were taking from them to heat our place but now the house is a fine house and it’s warm and it’s dry and we want for nothing and above only sky and the dream isn’t done yet no no one awakes and we’re not now without and never again it was always the thinking and never the said and we always want more never the less always the thunder never the flash but when you threw out the bucket the river came back
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The Great Park Germany
Stephen Burch. Problem folk, songs with words.
"Ein Singer-Songwriter ist immer auch Poet. Und Burch ist ein ganz besonderer." (Süddeutsche Zeitung)
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