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We're floating in your fountains
While you work to drown in debt
I warm my hands over a trash fire
You wish that YOU were dead
The things that shine the most
Leave little for you mind
and your crushed under the weight of all these hills to climb
Outside there stands a bearded man
In a month of dirt and grime
He begs for change and so do you
But he's the one holding the sign
If the shoe was on the other foot
What might your cardboard say?
"Will work for food"?
But the hefty truth is that you'd rather find a grave
For all the many ways we live this life
Over the barrel and under the knife
As the oceans, or the rocks on stormy shores
The king of paper mountain, or the locks on every door
Their frozen faces line the walk
In the coldest parts of night
Your scurry past like rotund rats
Into your holes and out of sight
I'm not blind!
You can see my eyes, and I see YOUR eyes and more
I'm the king of paper mountain, you're the lock on every door.
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Shovel and a Broom
03:03
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We descend into the dirt
Creep our way past cursed tombs
Make clean our spirits with a shovel and a broom
We'll rest in the shade
Of that spring-time willow's bloom
Make clean our spirits with a shovel and a broom
Shovel and a broom
To push past the pain that be comin' over you
That mountain pass is treacherous
We lose our way in sunless gloom
We're buried in the basement with a shovel and a broom
There's cries from every corner
Where her sulking spirit looms
We're buried in the basement with a shovel and a broom
Shovel and a broom
To push past the pain that be comin' over you
Now we're hanging from an oak tree
Burning rope around our necks
Shaking, Pushing, Pulling
On what little we have left
And though this world may fade in the darkness that now stirs
They'll be hard pressed to keep our chest filled with dirt
Shovel and a broom
To push past the pain that be comin' over you
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3. |
Sing It Back
01:39
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I let the weeds grow
To my knees so
The bees got a place to buzz
Bent nails in trees
Buckets of seed
and the birds singing in the sun
Ain't no trouble now, nor will there ever be
Sweet sirens, and they're beltin' it just for me
I let the flora come and cripple iron tracks
and when the sparrows sing?
I'll sing it back
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4. |
The Lonely Oak
01:05
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The breeze bellowed hard
Put you down in the yard
With their grand daddies axe
Men will come in their cars
Chop you to bits, to build places to sit
Through your limbs with such vigor
They'll swing and they'll split
Your shit
Right down the middle
Bored souls may then whittle
Your bones into small figurines
Though the wind took you home
Left this old oak alone
I stand stoic with you in my dreams
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5. |
A Chance to Grow
03:56
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Papa brought me home on a Sunday afternoon
Plucked away my pitted leaves then put me in the sun to bloom
I can hear him the kitchen shaking glasses, scrubbing spoons
Singing his sad songs about how he misses you
Takes me back inside before the evening gets too cold
Puts waters on my roots and hopes together we grow old
I'll try to keep from wilting, try to keep my branches green
Wonder who needs the more, him or me?
But,
I hope he knows I'm proud and that when my flowers show
He saved me from what led beyond
Gave me the chance to grow
I hope he knows that when he plays I sit and watch him sing
I'm watching him grow too
Despite the bitterness it brings
On rain soaked days, droplets dance upon the sill
Circle indents in the dust
Just like the fervor of our will
Those darker days WILL come
And then them bitter clouds will clear
Stretch ever towards the light knowing we were always here
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6. |
Colony Collapse
04:20
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I built my wall in the darker woods
And it's coming down
I gave it all when I thought I could
Still it's coming down
Flee from the light of the burning sun
It's coming now
Just take this from me, for I am no one
And it's coming down
I can't stop it, and it's nearing now
Do I just let it in?
Let this all come down?
We don't live here anymore
Burn it down like we've done before
Can't stay here anymore.
No sins to atone or trespasses to ease
Just run it wide and let it bleed
The light lies in the dirt
when it darts through the trees
..and it's coming down
Set fire this forest
Let the smoke fill our throats
It's coming now
And the parasites smolder
In the arms of their hosts
and it's coming now
Nothing.
No More.
I've locked every door to stave off this disease.
To be rid of the past.
That colony collapse.
And just get up off of my knees.
I built my wall in the darker woods.
And it's coming down.
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A Chalice Upended
01:54
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Swallowed Whole
01:34
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Let it all in.
Let it swallow us whole.
Let fire and ash bury our thinning souls.
Let the wave come, we'll capsize.
Let it toil and take out our eyes.
Let it all come.
Let it swallow us whole.
Bury you.
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Seize the means of production.
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Three White Horses
04:15
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I warm my bones near the hellfire's glow.
Shake off the ashes and the shadows from my soul.
Down I'll go.
When this is done, Lord.
Down i'll go.
Will there be peace in this world when I'm gone?
Dark mothers cast into the well their eldest son.
Down they go.
Down they go when this is done, Lord.
Down they go.
...to the rhythm and weight of three white horses running home.
Let the moon light your path away from here
Let the moon light your path.
You'll stumble and you'll crawl away from that which buries all
Let the moon light your path away from here.
I never knew this ol' world could be so cold
As a younger man, a hammer brave and bold
I loved a woman who just couldn't leave it be
Now just a whisper on the road away from me
Down I'll go.
Down I go when this is done, Lord.
Down I'll go.
...to the rhythm and the weight of three white horses running.
...to the rhythm and the weight of our weak hearts still beating.
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Old Wolves Wisconsin
Weaving together elements of doom, blues, folk, and raw feeling, Joe Zumpano is a true force to be reckoned with. Every line he has written and every chord he strikes is littered with the ghosts of a memory. There’s the rest of the world, and then there’s Old Wolves.” ... more
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