Like a fire that consumes all before it…

Like a fire that consumes all before it... I am become joy. Untitled Soldiers for Feet

 

 

 

Like a fire that consumes all before it…

Howling (The Wild Children of Sauvie Island) | Oh I See | Presidents’ Song | You’d Think This Was Easy | Parliament of the birds | Port Song | …riverrun | The Well |I Called | Last Long Rain |The Birds With Follow | Come On, Come On

Oh I See
Oh I see, Oh I see them coming
Oh I see, Oh I see them coming
with their full and engine throats still turning

If you counted all this wanting
from the signal to the silver, shiver mines
that press your lips tight to say goodbye

Because we thought thick walls
We thought book spines, would be contact,
would be written on the eyes, that open slow but open wide

But reminded of the cold ground
Reminded of the cold ground

Oh I see, Oh I see them coming
Oh I see, Oh I see them coming

It will beat death, on its own time
when in action and when the little ones touch fire
to every lip and every thigh

But then like David, then like whale hides
we will lay back and speak sweetness on each side
’cause if we don’t farm we won’t have the time

Reminded of the cold ground
Reminded of the cold

Oh I see, Oh I see them coming
Oh I see, Oh I see them coming

Presidents’ Song
Innocent come and bang on that tambourine
The hands that you left, that brought you straight home to me
Were bright blue and swollen, but I feel they can be reattached
Because there’s something inside that the man has not figured out just yet
But if this is not what you wanted then say, if this is not what you wanted remember

The days when the church, flooded our valley
without leaving the balance of the offering
was great

So innocent go and make your way straight and fast
to be found where you hide is desired the least and last
That roar from above is not the engines of aeroplanes
it’s the storm that hides high in the mountain and brings down that last long rain
But the belief was that what’s great will stand, but the belief was that what’s great will stand

The church in our chests, the reckless and pealing bells
may make sweet all the hours but the promise, was to save

You’d Think This Was Easy
Lord you’d think this was easy
You’d think this was easy

Oh to live inside that fiddle
and be shaken apart by that awful string
Have neither edge, nor need to sharpen

Lord you’d think this was easy
You’d think this was easy

At that pace, why would you want to stop there
So quickly through the first few forest feet
To join the dull axe-choir’s tapping

Lord you’d think this was easy
You’d think this was easy

These birds with hollow shoulders, treated to maps and magnetic breeze
Oh I would believe it all if just one answer please
Either way I would dive in and breathe deep
To do that answers’ right, oh but all along

Just keep doing wrong
do wrong, do wrong
Oh doing wrong
do wrong, do wrong
Just keep doing wrong
do wrong, do wrong
Oh, on and on and on and on

Lord you’d think this was easy
You’d think this was easy

Parliament of the Birds
Don’t waste your last breaths holding on too tight
But you can sure damn try
Sure as there is that cold magnetic fire
The black veil descends on all our eyes

But don’t lament, for even if you’re unbelieving
You will not end up inside some tomb
The form will have to change and since no letter
can be sent back to assure the waiting groom

We stay the servants of the white-hot respiration
and that, child, is our invisible food
Calming and sustaining the only animal that knows it’s doomed

Don’t waste your last breaths holding on too tight
But you can sure damn try
Sure as there is that cold magnetic fire
The black veil descends on all our eyes

So child lay back and take comfort in the knowing
that you know I know will make it true
and should there be some more or less the matter
your sleep should not be any less amused

and if it should all be a big accidental
series of collisions that stayed glued
at least here, for the moment, there is a difference for we two

Don’t waste your last breaths holding on too tight
But you can sure damn try
Sure as there is that cold magnetic fire
The black veil descends on all our eyes

Port Song
Well let me get your boots for you
I’m sure that I’ll be fine
Darling I’m sure, but that’s not what I had in mind

Then leave that sink alone
I’m sure that they can wait ’till morning
There’s one more drinking cup
we will leave tonight unwashed

So let me be your come back down
Let me be your gettin’ on
Let me be the first voice as you step down from that boat
Tell me of the sea and foam
A thousand ocean-miles from home
The simple gift is the song you hear from this small familiar shore

You’ve seen the sun from all around
and happily you’re so
this old world has yet to give you up
But if there were given more,
to this tiny happy shore
When the purpose that was fine
freed itself from that divine

So let me be your come back down
steady as a hand to hold
Let me be the first voice as you step down from that boat
Tell me of the sea and foam
A thousand ocean-miles from home
The simple gift is the song you hear from this small familiar shore

…riverrun
I am the manifest sound of the string
been shaking since the sea knew the sand
A son of the sea just as happy as he, caught up quick by that withering fire

The heat oh the heat unimaginably sweet
and the cooling that follows so fine
As the first ten to the negative fifty and three
Passes as if suddenly someone said “Let there be…”

Here comes everyone
Here comes everyone

The once and forever, eventual king
looks so handsome as his body floats by
Shouldn’t be too much longer and the rain will repeat
so that soon he returns to the sky

I’ll obey and I’ll roll in the contracting flow
as if living for that long is fine
Watching over and over, the catch and release
as the tens to the fifties roll by

Here comes everyone
Here comes everyone

I am the manifest sound of the string
in the boat that he lays in to die
Son of the sea just as sure as he
When he said ‘I’ll be back in a little while’

Here comes everyone
Here comes everyone

The Well
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
They threw your wishes in the well
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
They put your wishes in the well

The still ghost of the Nazarene
With the full dress of disquiet sleep
Down another day where your winning, wishing beads
clatter louder than your need for evening

But won’t it be something to see,
when we ache no more
Won’t it be something to see.
When we ache no more

I am the open eye
in the hunter’s dream where he loses his wives
You know they’ll pay, they’ll pay any price
for a sure seat on the left or right

Oh but won’t it be something to see,
when we ache no more
and these stones that you’ve named and arranged to take you home
oh won’t that be something to see,
when we ache no more

Oh but won’t it be something to see,
when we ache no more
and all these stones, you’ve arranged to take you home
I want to be holding hands around that throne
Won’t it be something to see
when we ache no more

I Called
I called, but you didn’t come
I called, but you didn’t come

So tonight I will take all my dinner alone, the way she planned
if only to keep it warm and satisfied like the delight in the fulgurite sand

Come, come, come
Come and be home
Calling in the fields tonight and breathing in what will be written on
So set, settle and set,
white teeth and bone
because if it’s your heel I’ll rise and be counted among your sons

But I called
you didn’t come
I called
but you didn’t come
So tonight, I will break up this old chifferobe, the way she planned
to sell it off piece by piece, to the first pair of out-stretched hands

So walk, walk, walk
Walk yourself on
There’s no more light to make the way seem different from the storm stone
Stay, for the surplus and wait,
it wasn’t the old, old, old
for once what was done to the Ash, between the fire and the scraping with bone

I called, you didn’t come
I called, but you didn’t come

Last Long Rain
I used to come and go
The gate swung wildly as it screeched
and all I had to do was smile

Are you sure
You’ll be around
When that last, that last long rain comes down

Oh stop with the bullet proofs and boasts
I’m sure you chased it sufficiently
Now is neither the apple nor the arm

Are you sure
You’ll be around
When that last, that last long rain comes down

The time where your words make sense is short
Who’s weak, wild masters drink and sleep
So why would you want to live that long

Are you sure
You’ll be around
When that last
Long rain comes down
If it beats, on any door
Then I can’t walk you home no more
If there’s a beat, a town with shutters closed
To watch you wander off is the answer I suppose

So are you sure
You’ll be around
When that last
That last long rain comes down

The Birds Will Follow
Being made of the walking fire
chased awake by the field snakes
The undesired advantage of
being the steel that does the sharpening

Now in the trees where the circuits are complete
The science lesson from old days
The experiment that sets to prove, the lumbering
Indifference engine’s pathless pace

But no, your honor no, I am not owed a red dime
or any color that one finds smoothed and crushed on a rail tie
Oh your honor see I will follow her silver heel blind
Like the lonely far-left lane looking more and more like home

Promised I will give up the sure hearth
I will forfeit the cool shade
to unhinder my champing feet
and this unlucky tell face

So grace to you and your fair kin
and your stairway with no brace
The hidden, glistening tendons
that draw the saws across the fresh planks

Oh sweet daughter no, this is not like the one voice
calling back from the host-height, filling your throat so it’s wind-tight
Oh and oh sweet daughter see, I will follow her silver heel blind
like the lonely far left lane looking more and more like home

No sweet daughter no, this is not like the one voice
Calling back from the host height, filling your throat so it’s wind-tight
And oh, sweet daughter, see, I will follow her silver heel blind
Like the lonely far left lane, where I have no business going

Come on, Come on
Stop up the clock once her chest isn’t doing
Cover veils all the house mirrors o’er
Do you think this will here will be missing
Toward the end it wasn’t her at all
It wasn’t her at all

Pretty soon now the weavers of evening
Will once again pray their delicate chore
and from their nests they watch us wander and winning
While ending up talking sad and sore
Ending up talking sad and sore

Come back don’t leave while the light is still leaking
This is the sure foot to lie on the floor
While watching changes the answer completely
There’s always room for a little more
Room for a little more

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done
Come on come on come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done

And it grows and curls and flows around us now
as if it knew and knows on its own

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done

Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
See what, see what, see what your daughter’s done

Come on, come on, come on

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