"SPEED THE PLOUGH"
divendres, 1 de maig del 2020
"THE TICONDEROGA"
BOWERBIRDS
[Verse 1]
Old ship, give me your hands
Im the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands
Below the ocean, and from my point of view
You were always drinking, and drunk well before noon
And dreaming on my pillow of high tide
But Id allow you
[Verse 2]
Old friend, give me back my hands
Im the crutch thats missing, and youre the crippled little lamb
Those claws will get you; those teeth will take your life
But you won't know whats missing
[Outro x2]
This gift ain't giving. This wolf ain't worth the fight
If you get lost, if you get lost you lose tonight
Old ship, give me your hands
Im the cape that came to crush and snag you on my sands
Below the ocean, and from my point of view
You were always drinking, and drunk well before noon
And dreaming on my pillow of high tide
But Id allow you
[Verse 2]
Old friend, give me back my hands
Im the crutch thats missing, and youre the crippled little lamb
Those claws will get you; those teeth will take your life
But you won't know whats missing
[Outro x2]
This gift ain't giving. This wolf ain't worth the fight
If you get lost, if you get lost you lose tonight
"OLIVE HEARTS"
BOWERBIRDS
With my toes dangling into the sea,
Into a fog, into a lonely drink.
Don't lift me up,
I'm a wreck, I know.
Still, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast.
And we'll play helicopter in the sand
And bite our thumbs at the acquaintances,
And make it known we're on par for the evening,
And take the butcher's knife through my words again.
Into a fog, into a lonely drink.
Don't lift me up,
I'm a wreck, I know.
Still, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast.
And we'll play helicopter in the sand
And bite our thumbs at the acquaintances,
And make it known we're on par for the evening,
And take the butcher's knife through my words again.
Then in walk the mannered men
With their smokescreen yes.
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high.
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts.
With their smokescreen yes.
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high.
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts.
All night like a friendly ghost
We haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host
And give thanks, but not much helps.
And so here is where we give the toast:
Cheers to the wives of the drunks.
Cheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck.
Cheers to the miles it took to get here.
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are.
We haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host
And give thanks, but not much helps.
And so here is where we give the toast:
Cheers to the wives of the drunks.
Cheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck.
Cheers to the miles it took to get here.
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are.
Then in walk the mannered men
With their smokescreen yes.
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high.
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts.
With their smokescreen yes.
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high.
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts.
"GHOST LIFE"
BOWERBIRDS
At the margins of the land, I get to know your skin
Where the sand dunes slope into a wild ocean
Where a great plain heaps into a jagged mountain
Oh, I feel your heart swell with the ghost life here, so magnificent
Where the sand dunes slope into a wild ocean
Where a great plain heaps into a jagged mountain
Oh, I feel your heart swell with the ghost life here, so magnificent
And yet some days we are stoned, cold and stuck
Whether in time or place or head or heart
But dear, we'll never feel the years with the wind at our backs
And we can live our days in a ghost life here, so magnificent
Whether in time or place or head or heart
But dear, we'll never feel the years with the wind at our backs
And we can live our days in a ghost life here, so magnificent
And yet some days we are stones cold and stuck
Whether in time or place or head or heart
But dear, we'll never feel the years with the wind at our backs
And we can live our days in a ghost life here, so magnificent
Whether in time or place or head or heart
But dear, we'll never feel the years with the wind at our backs
And we can live our days in a ghost life here, so magnificent
Oh, blood, ocean blood
Salty blood
Flows like torrents through our hearts
And knows just what it wants
Salty blood
Flows like torrents through our hearts
And knows just what it wants
Love, shapeless love
Wild, tireless love
Fast in the free ether
Ghostly white and seething hot
Wild, tireless love
Fast in the free ether
Ghostly white and seething hot
Sky, ocean sigh
Dark mirror shine
Swift to the backs of our eyes
Deep, wanting eyes
Dark mirror shine
Swift to the backs of our eyes
Deep, wanting eyes
"OVERCOME WITH LIGHT"
BOWERBIRDS
And how I know I'm happy now
I jump right down the shoots of time
And yes the weather was not always grey
But the furrow always graced my brow
I jump right down the shoots of time
And yes the weather was not always grey
But the furrow always graced my brow
Mmmm
Now I'm overcome with light, overcome with light
Overcome with light, overcome with light
Yes we had some hard work but now it's right
Overcome with light, overcome
Overcome with light, overcome with light
Yes we had some hard work but now it's right
Overcome with light, overcome
And my worries then, were not grand
But I felt them like a hammer pounding
Like I really feel, feel them now
And in the page, I know I'm dreaming
But I felt them like a hammer pounding
Like I really feel, feel them now
And in the page, I know I'm dreaming
Mmmm
Now I'm overcome with light, overcome with light
Overcome with light, overcome with light
Yes we had some screams but now it's right
Overcome with light, overcome
Overcome with light, overcome with light
Overcome
Overcome with light, overcome with light
Yes we had some screams but now it's right
Overcome with light, overcome
Overcome with light, overcome with light
Overcome
"THIS YEAR"
BOWERBIRDS
Just come down from a high fever,
From out there in the yard
While the pyre is burning, it's hard to feel the weather shift
Or the fear of the dark
From out there in the yard
While the pyre is burning, it's hard to feel the weather shift
Or the fear of the dark
Ahhh
This year we need a deeper frost
Me and my meadowlark
Under the winter's fears
Out where the tree line starts
Down on the north slope
Down to the creek
Hold tight til spring
Me and my meadowlark
Under the winter's fears
Out where the tree line starts
Down on the north slope
Down to the creek
Hold tight til spring
On and on goes the long winter
My eyes now fixed to the stars
We've been there before and I'm fairly sure we'll find a clearing
In the forest of our hearts
My eyes now fixed to the stars
We've been there before and I'm fairly sure we'll find a clearing
In the forest of our hearts
Ahhh
This year we need a deeper frost
Me and my meadowlark
Under the winter's fears
Out where the tree line stops
Down on the north slope
Down to the creek
Hold tight til spring
Me and my meadowlark
Under the winter's fears
Out where the tree line stops
Down on the north slope
Down to the creek
Hold tight til spring
But you know I'm not an activist,
Not in the purest sense
I'm not a pacifist
I know which rules to bend
I just reveal my name
And show my love
Out in the hallows
Not in the purest sense
I'm not a pacifist
I know which rules to bend
I just reveal my name
And show my love
Out in the hallows
Ohhh
This year we need a deeper frost
Me and my meadowlark
Under the winter's fears
Out where the tree line stops
Down on the north slope
Down to the creek
Hold tight til spring
Me and my meadowlark
Under the winter's fears
Out where the tree line stops
Down on the north slope
Down to the creek
Hold tight til spring
"MY OLDEST MEMORY"
BOWERBIRDS
I cracked my knuckles, and I said grace
And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed.
Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine,
This is a lonely place. This was a home of mine.
After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle
Over the quiet reef. Its my oldest memory.
And gave thanks for being a hundred and still feeling amazed.
Out where the waves wrestle with the dirty brine,
This is a lonely place. This was a home of mine.
After the struggle, Id watch the sand settle
Over the quiet reef. Its my oldest memory.
And I dont know whose land were on.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know.
I curse the weapon we stub our toes on.
Its the land of make believe, cant you see, cant you see?
Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body,
Im only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees.
And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing,
The morning sun here, you will see. Its my oldest memory.
Its the land of make believe, cant you see, cant you see?
Now in the dirt where I put my feet, and in the trunk of my body,
Im only shy, here, when I want to be, my head between my cypress knees.
And in the top of the canopy of the trees I am climbing,
The morning sun here, you will see. Its my oldest memory.
And I dont know whose land were on.
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
Is this an island that plots like a villain,
Or an old ghost friend we dont believe in?
I dont know
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