THE BURNING BALLADEER
..Two Sheets..
Two sheets hang low,
as we hold each end of the copper wire
And doesn't it seem easy;
a pillar on each side?
Some love and some disbelief
Two sheets hang low,
as we hold each end of the copper wire
And doesn't it seem easy;
a pillar on each side?
Some love and some disbelief
Two sheets hang low,
as we hold each end of the copper wire
And doesn't it seem easy;
a pillar on each side?
Some love and some disbelief
...
..The Road Whereupon We Did Dream..
Packed our scholar's words,
and held on to first thought;
"I will die"
And our horses were weighed down,
more by our stories than of us
...
..The Vault..
When death comes to tuck me in I'll say;
"No, I don't wanna lie down -
I'm not tired at all"
And he'll hush, and he'll coo,
but I won't calm down,
knowing something's wrong
And with big, old eyes begging wordlessly;
"Please, father, don't put me down"
But death's been at this point before,
and it's had the same outcome ever since
But maybe in some way, finally, death will fall victim to compassion,
looking into those eyes
And then maybe some day we won't all need to die
And he'll spare us on account of those big, old eyes
...
..The Bower Song II..
A strung bow has a known song old as the first stone
And when the bells of war [has] rung,
the titan and the poet both fall in line
Then the blade stirs the blood, and the poet wets his pen
Now let's write us a song worthy of being sung
Promise me you'll come back to play
Promise me you'll come back to play
...
..Once Did This Giant Walk..
Is it true you've broken every bone you have?
And is it true you've lived for eons from your hands?
And have you seen it all, now that you've come this far?
Is it true you've broken every bone you have?
And is it true you've lived for eons from your hands?
And have you seen it all, now that you've come this far?
...
..The Stolid Grace Boy..
The stolid grace boy laid his head down,
on the feathered bed where he had grown
And slipped his mind to an earlier night,
and those eyes that watched from the windowsill
Oh, and if he could just speak his mind;
could have been enough
And if she could just see his mind,
well, then it would have been enough
...
..Odd Ways to Feel Free..
It seems I was bound
Bear it in mind that I can't,
catch up to my run;
it's too fast, bright, honest, and unconceived
Sit down in a hallowed field,
or have a run across the sea
Some of us find odd ways,
to feel free, bright, honest, and unconceived
...
..And Some Whatever..
His shirt wasn't white;
couldn't take it off to wave to the other side;
peace, peace, and some fucking understanding
His smile wasn't wide;
couldn't make it seen far from the other side
Peace, peace, and some whatever
And some whatever
And some whatever
He couldn't care
He couldn't care
He never cared
Whatever
He couldn't care
He couldn't care
He never cared
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
His shirt wasn't white;
couldn't take it off to wave to the other side;
peace, peace, and some fucking understanding
His smile wasn't wide;
couldn't make it seen far from the other side
Peace, peace, and some whatever
...
..City Dumpster Song..
Trailed a root beneath this city tonight
I tried not to mind drunken laughter and the drowned pick-up lines
Drawing down, I saw a familiar face;
laced into me for arriving so late;
in a cave widely braced
I had to rack my brain to recall the last time,
I saw a familiar face
That I saw a familiar face
...
..Vagabondage..
Might argue it's already grown too tall,
but we need shelter and 'I don't even know'
One might argue it's already grown too tall,
but we need shelter and 'I don't even know'
One might argue it's already grown too tall,
but we need shelter and 'I don't even know'
...