Decemberists Discography

Members:
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Colin Meloy
Chris Funk
Jenny Conlee
John Moen
Nate Query
David Langenes (former)
Ezra Holbrook (former)
Jesse Emerson (former)
Lisa Molinaro (former)
Petra Haden (former)
Rachel Blumberg (former)
Sara Watkins (former)

Discography:
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Castaways and Cutouts (2002)
Her Majesty (2003)
Picaresque (2005)
The Crane Wife (2006)
The Hazards of Love (2009)
The King Is Dead (2011)
What a Terrible World, What a Wonderful World (2015)

Track Listings:
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(all songs by Colin Meloy unless otherwise noted)

Castaways and Cutouts
 Leslie Anne Levine
 Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect
 July, July!
 A Cautionary Song
 Odalisque
 Cocoon
 Grace Cathedral Hill
 The Legionnaire's Lament
 Clementine
 California One/Youth and Beauty Brigade

Her Majesty
 Shanty for the Arethusa
 Billy Liar
 Los Angeles, I'm Yours
 The Gymnast, High Above the Ground
 The Bachelor and the Bride
 Song for Myla Goldberg
 The Soldiering Life
 Red Right Ankle
 The Chimbley Sweep
 I Was Meant for the Stage
 As I Rise

Picaresque
 The Infanta
 We Both Go Down Together
 Eli, the Barrow Boy
 The Sporting life
 The Bagman's Gambit
 From My Own True Love (Lost at Sea)
 Sixteen Military Wives
 The Engine Driver
 On the Bus Mall
 The Mariner's Revenge Song
 Of Angels and Angles

The Crane Wife
 The Crane Wife 3
 The Island
  Come and See
  The Landlord's Daughter
  You'll Not Feel the Drowning
 Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then) (duet with Laura Veirs)
 O Valencia!
 The Perfect Crime #2
 When the War Came
 Shankill Butchers
 Summersong
 The Crane Wife 1 & 2
 Sons & Daughters

Bonus tracks
 After the Bombs (iTunes bonus track)
 Culling of the Fold (Tower Records bonus track)
 The Perfect Crime #1 (Starbucks bonus track)
 The Day I Knew You'd Not Come Back (Starbucks bonus track)
 Hurdles Even Here (Starbucks bonus track)

The Hazards of Love
 Prelude (Jenny Conlee)
 The Hazards of Love 1
   (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle the Thistles Undone)
 A Bower Scene
 Won't Want for Love (Margaret in the Taiga)
 The Hazards of Love 2 (Wager All)
 The Queen's Approach
 Isn't It a Lovely Night?
 The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid
 An Interlude
 The Rake's Song
 The Abduction of Margaret
 The Queen's Rebuke/The Crossing
 Annan Water
 Margaret in Captivity
 The Hazards of Love 3 (Revenge!)
 The Wanting Comes in Waves (Reprise)
 The Hazards of Love 4 (The Drowned)

The King Is Dead
 Don't Carry It All
 Calamity Song
 Rise to Me
 Rox in the Box
 January Hymn
 Down By the Water
 All Arise!
 June Hymn
 This Is Why We Fight
 Dear Avery

What a Terrible World, What a Wonderful World
 The Singer Addresses His Audience
 Cavalry Captain
 Philomena
 Make You Better
 Lake Song
 Till The Water's All Long Gone
 The Wrong Year
 Carolina Low
 Better Not Wake The Baby
 Anti-Summersong
 Easy Come, Easy Go
 Mistral
 12/17/12
 A Beginning Song

Lyrics:
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(Album titles preceded by ##, Song titles by --)

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Castaways and Cutouts

--
Leslie Anne Levine

My name is Leslie Anne Levine
My mother birthed me down a dry ravine
My mother birthed me far too soon
Born at nine and dead at noon

Fifteen years gone now, I still wander this parapet
And shake my rattled bone
Fifteen years gone now, I still cling to the petticoat
Of the girl who died with me

On the roof above the streets
The only love I've known is a chimney sweep
Lost and lodged inside a flue
Back in 1842

Fifteen years gone now, I still wail from these catacombs
And curse my mother's name
Fifteen years gone now, still a wastrel mescalined
Has brought this fate on me

My name is Leslie Anne Levine
I've got no one left to mourn for me
My body lies inside its grave
In a ditch not far away

Fifteen years gone, I still wander this parapet
And shake my rattled bone
Fifteen years gone now, I still cling to the petticoat
Of the girl who died with me

Who died with me
Who died with me
Who died with me

--
Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect

And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring, the perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town

Where the barkers called the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way

And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade to keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world

But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet, the structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, okay
Guess it's better to turn this way

And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan have fallen beneath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around

But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
While you furrow like a lioness
And we are vagabonds, we travel without seat belts on
And live this close to death

And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this...

But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way

--
July, July!

There is a road that meets the road that goes to my house
And how the green grows there
And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house
And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there

And I say your uncle was a crooked French Canadian
And he was gut shot running gin
And how his guts were all suspended in his fingers
And how he held them, how he held them, held them in

And the water rolls down the drain (water rolls down the drain)
The water rolls down the drain (water rolls down the drain)
Oh, what a lonely thing
In a lonely drain

July, July, July
It never seemed so strange
July, July, July
Never seemed so, it never seemed so strange

This is the story of the road that goes to my house
And what ghosts there do remain
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
And the chickens, how they rattle chicken chains

And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient
Though the specifics might be vague
And I'll say your camisole was a sprightly, light magenta
When in fact, it was a nappy bluish gray

And the water rolls down the drain (water rolls down the drain)
The blood rolls down the drain (blood rolls down the drain)
Oh, what a lonely thing
In a blood red drain

July, July, July
It never seemed so strange
July, July, July
Never seemed so, it never seemed so strange

It never seemed so strange
It never seemed so strange
It never seemed so strange

--
A Cautionary Song

There's a place your mother goes
When everybody else is soundly sleeping
Through the lights of Beacon Street
And if you listen, you can hear her weeping
She's weeping

'Cause the gentlemen are calling
And the snow is softly falling on her petticoat
And she's standing in the harbor
And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
See how they approach

With dirty hands and trousers torn
They grapple till she's safe within their keeping
A gag is placed between her lips
To keep her sorry tongue from any speaking
Or screaming

And they row her out to packets
Where the sailors' sorry racket falls for maidenhead
And she's scarce above the gunwales
When her clothes fall to a bundle and she's laid in bed
On the upper deck

And so she goes from ship to ship
Her ankles clasped, her arms so rudely pinioned
'Till at last she's satisfied
The lot of the marina's teeming minions
In their opinions

And they tell her not to say a thing
To cousin, kindred, kith or kin or she'll end up dead
And they throw her thirty dollars
And return her to the harbor where she goes to bed
And this is how you're fed

So be kind to your mother
Though she may seem an awful bother
And the next time she tries to feed you collard greens
Remember what she does when you're asleep

--
Odalisque

They've come to find you, Odalisque
As the light dies horribly
On a fire escape, you walk
All rare and resolved to drop

And when they find you, Odalisque
They will rend you terribly
Stitch from stitch, till all
Your linen limbs will fall

Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made
Raised on pradies, peanut shells and dirt
In the railroad cul-de-sac

And what do we do with ten baby shoes?
A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?

Fifteen stitches will mend those britches right
And then rip them down again
Sapling switches will rend those rags all right
What a sweet sound it makes

And what do we do with ten dirty Jews?
A thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon?
What do we do?
What do we do?

Lay your belly under mine
You're naked under me, under me
Such a filthy, dimming shine
The way you kick and scream, kick and scream

And what do we do with ten baby shoes?
A kit bag full of marbles and a broken billiard cue?
What do we do?
What do we do?

Lazy lady had a baby girl
And a sweet sound it made

--
Cocoon

This cocoon caught in Vesuvius' shadow
Only the ashes remain
And I waited there for you
Why couldn't you?

Here we lie, waiting for something to startle
To shake us from gravity's pull
And so sleeping hours are through
What can we do?

The sorry conclusion, the low dirty war
It happened before you came to
But this is solution and this is amends
The joke always tends to come true

And there on your windowsill
Over the unmoving platoon
Written in paperback
The view to the quarterback's room

Under waning moon, this quiet serves only to hide you
Provide you
Well, I knew, well, I knew
It'd come back to you

Take this palm, follow the lines here are written
Tracing the bends and the shapes
And feel your fingers falling slack
And all folding back

The tainted election, the hole in the sky
Command what is tried, what is true
Without solution, with feet on the ground
It won't make a sound till you're through

So loosen your shoulder blades
This is your hour to make due
'Cause there, on the timberline
Deep, cold November shines through

Soft and absolute, this quiet serves only to hide you
Provide in you
Well, I knew, well, I knew
It'd come back to you

--
Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral Hill
All wrapped in bones of setting sun
All dust and stone and moribund
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

For a [[U2:New Year's Day|New Year's Day]]
I sat and watched it burn away
Then turned and weaved through slow decay
We were both a little hungry so we went to get a hot dog

Down the Hyde Street pier
The light was slight and disappeared
The air, it stunk of fish and beer
We heard a Superman trumpet play the national anthem

And the world may be long for you
But it'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year
Your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears
The pilgrims, pills and tourists here
All sing "Fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo"

I'm sweet on a green-eyed girl
All fiery Irish clip and curl
All brine and piss and vinegar
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

And the world may be long for you
But it'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike
When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?

--
The Legionnaire's Lament

I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair
Hoping for a Frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vivre
Missing my gay Paris in this desert dry

And I wrote my girl, told her I would not return
I've terribly taken a turn for the worse now, I fear
It's been a year or more since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war so far away from my home

If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the lolling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine

Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again

If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards
And the sidewalk bagatelles, it's like a dream
With the roar of cars and the lolling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine

Lord, I don't know if I'll ever be back again
Be back again
Be back again
Be back again
Oh
Oh
Oh

--
Clementine

You slept in your overalls
After the wrecking ball
Bereft you of house and home
And left you with sweet fuck all

So we got in your car
With our kickabout hearts
And we hollered out
"Sweet Clementine"

Tell your mom to marry us
A candle to carry us
With cans on our bicycle fenders
So sweet and hilarious

And we'll build us a home
Built of packaging foam
That will be there
Till after we die

And I'll play the clarinet
Use clam shells for castanets
We play with our bags on our shoulders
My sweet lady lioness

And I watch as you sleep
So indelibly deep
And I hum to you
"Sweet Clementine"

--
California One/Youth and Beauty Brigade

Take a long drive with me
On California One, on California One
Take a long drive with me
On California One, on California One

And the road a-winding goes
From Golden Gate to roaring cliff side
And the light is softly low
As our hearts become sweetly untied

Beneath the sun
Of California One

Take a long dram with me
Of California wine, of California wine
Take a long drown with me
Of California wine, of California wine

And the wine, it tastes so sweet
As we lay our eyes to wander
And the sky stretches deep
But will we rest our heads to slumber?

Beneath the vines
Of California wine
Beneath the sun
Of California One?

Annabelle lies
Sleeps with quiet eyes
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?

And if I said
"Oh, it's in your head"
On this sea-drift sun
What can you do?

"(I've heard of ghosts
Good ghosts who wander the battlefield at night
Guiding soldiers out of danger
You can see their omens everywhere
Omens warning of stray bullets and lurking enemies
If I were such a ghost
I would stay so close to you
You could feel my breath on your cheek)"

We're calling all bed-wetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring 'em in
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade

We're lining up the light-loafered and the bored bench warmers
Castaways and cutouts, fill it up
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade

Nothing will stand in our way

I figured I had paid my debt to society
By paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah County Library, at the
library
And they said "Son, go join up
Go join the youth and beauty brigade"

Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Come join the youth and beauty brigade
Nothing will stand in our way

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Her Majesty

--
Shanty for the Arethusa

We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tea-leaves.
We've emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels.
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight
Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight.

To tell the tale of the Jewess and the Mandarin Chinese boy
He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth.
And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before
her
And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh.

So goodnight, boys, goodnight
Say goodnight, boys, goodnight

We set to sail on the clipper that's bound for South Australia
The weather's warm there, the natives are dark and nubile.
But if you listen, quiet, you can hear the footsteps on the
cross-trees
The ghosts of sailors passed, their spectral bodies clinging to the
shrouds.

So goodnight, boys, goodnight
Say goodnight, boys, goodnight

--
Billy Liar

Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets
Staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down
He's got his knickers down

So the summer is eternity for you?
Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down
He's shaking you down

And the mail room shift gets a real short shrift
As you dole out the packages, no-one seems to want you around
All skulking around

Let your legs loll on the lino
Till your sinews spoil
Will you stay here, for awhile, dear
Till the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar

All a-drifting, he's a no good boy-o
Sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame
His only catch all day

So he sits and lets the current take him
A gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles laid

As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep
He is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
How she twists and twirls!

Let your legs loll on the lino
Till your sinews spoil
Will you stay here, for awhile, dear
Till the radio plays something familiar?
Plays something familiar
Plays something familiar
Plays something familiar

--
Los Angeles, I'm Yours

There is a city by the sea
A gentle company
I don't suppose you want to
And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
Its hollowness will haunt you

Its streets and boulevards
Orphans and oligarchs are here
A plaintive melody
Truncated symphony
An ocean's garbled vomit on the shore
Los Angeles, I'm yours

O ladies pleasant and demure
Sallow-cheeked and sure
I can see your undies
And all the boys you drag about
An empty fallow fount
From Saturdays to Mondays

You hill and valley crowd
Hanging your trousers down at heel
This is the realest thing
As ancient choirs sing
A dozen blushing cherubs wheel above
Los Angeles, my love

Oh, what a rush of ripe elan
Languor on divans
Dalliant and dainty
But oh, the smell of burnt cocaine
The dolor and decay
It only makes me cranky

O great calamity
Ditch of iniquity and tears
How I abhor this place
Its sweet and bitter taste
Has left me wretched, retching on all fours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours
Los Angeles, I'm yours

--
The Gymnast, High Above the Ground

The gymnast, high above the ground,
Limbers up and falls timber down
Ankles splayed and all tied
The gymnast long has arrived
Lazy, your long sister lays
Waiting out this long light brigade
Prayed for snow a long time
And lazy, it long has arrived

Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever so, ever so gray
La dee da dum.

And here as we're coming down
We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye

But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade,
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye
Lights upon your eye

The bosun calls upon the quay
Compass gone, he long has lost his way
To lighthouse shine, to calm tide
The bosun long has arrived

Through the tarlatan holes
You've been slipping, been slipping away
And the weather will hold
It's been ever so, ever so gray

And here as we're coming down
We're sounding out: it's a terrible, terrible tide
As it lights upon your eye

But there on the motorway, reeks of marmalade,
It's a chemical, chemical kind
As it lights upon your eye
Lights upon your eye

April marches on
April marches on
April marches on
April marches on

--
The Bachelor and the Bride

There's a wrinkle in the water
Where we laid our first daughter
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there
Over there

And the windows and the cinders
And the willows in the timbers
The infernal rattling of the rain
Still remains

"But I," said the bachelor to the bride,
"Am not waiting for tonight
No, I, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare"
stripped bare

Hear the corncrakes, and the deer hooves
And the sleet rain on the slate roof
A medallion locked inside her hands
In her hands

And his fingers, are they telling
Of the barren of her belly?
Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow?
Even now?

"But I," said the bachelor to the bride,
"Am not waiting for tonight
No, I, I will box your ears
And leave you here stripped bare"
stripped bare
stripped bare
stripped bare

"But I," said the bachelor to the bride,
"Am not waiting for tonight
No, I, I will box your ears
And take your tears
And leave you, leave you here stripped bare"

--
Song for Myla Goldberg

Myla Goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around

Pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arise
Seraphim in seaweed swim where stick-limbed Myla lies
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around, it comes around, it comes around

Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza

We begin with sticky shins, make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes and hat, till sticky's sticking too
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula

Listen in as shin-kicked Jim relates his story sad
About a boy who kicked until his shins were all but rubber bands
But now, I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New
York
I know New York, I need New York, I know I need unique New York

Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza

--
The Soldiering Life

Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio
You were a brickbat, a Bowery tough, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons

But you
My brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm

But you
My bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall

But I
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battlefield
Our rifles blaze away
We blaze away, oh

Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civvies
Cradled in our dungarees

But you
My brother in arms
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm

But you
My bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall

But I
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battlefield
Our rifles blaze away
We blaze away, oh
We blaze away, oh
We blaze away, oh

--
Red Right Ankle

This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle, bone, and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed

And how it whispered "Oh adhere to me
For we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb."
This is the story of your red right ankle.

This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew 'cause he was dead
And how his face was carved and rift with wrinkles
In the picture in your head.

And remember how you found the key
To his hideout in the Pyrenees
But you wanted to keep his secret safe
So you threw the key away.
This is the story of your gypsy uncle.

This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet, and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just laid around in bed.

Some had crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some had crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle.

--
The Chimbley Sweep

I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep
No bed to lie, no shoes to hold my feet
Upon the rooftop in dead of night
You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep
Your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep

I am an orphan, an orphan boy
I've known no love, I've seen no mother's joy
A dirty doorstep, my cradle lay
My fortune's made, I'll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep
Your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep

"Oh, lonely urchin," the widow cried,
"I've not been swept since the day my husband died."
Her cheeks a-blushing, her legs lay bare
And shipwrecked there, I'll shake you from your sleep

To hear me weep
Your day will come indeed
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep
For I am a poor and a wretched boy
A chimbley, chimbley sweep

--
I Was Meant for the Stage

I was meant for the stage
I was meant for the curtain
I was meant to tread these boards
Of this much I am certain

I was meant for the crowd
I was meant for the shouting
I was meant to raise these hands with quiet all about me
Oh, whoa...

Mother, please be proud
Father, be forgiving
Even though you told me, "Son, you'll never make a living"
Oh, whoa...

And from the floor boards to the flies
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?

And as the spotlights fade away
And you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage

The heavens at my birth
Intended me for stardom
Rays of light shone down on me
And all my sins were pardoned

I was meant for applause
I was meant for derision
Nothing short of fate itself has affected my decision
Oh, whoa...

From the floorboards to the flies
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?

And as the spotlights fade away
and you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage

--
As I Rise

I have come a few miles
I've got blisters on my slipper'd feet
As I rise
As I rise

California's okay
But I think I might stay in the shade
For a while
For a while 

Ladybug, ladybird
You're the prettiest song I heard
In a while
In a while

##
Picaresque

--
The Infanta

Here she comes in her palanquin
On the back of an elephant
On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
All astride on her father's line
With the king and his concubines
And her nurse, with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta

Among five score pachyderm
Each canopied and passengered
Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
Within sight of the baroness
Seething spite for this lithe largesse
By her side sits the baron her barrenness barbs her
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta

A phalanx on camel back
Thirty ranks on a forward tack
Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
While behind, in their coach-and-fours
Ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta

And as she sits upon her place
Her innocence laid on her face
From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
Melodies rhapsodical and fair
And all our hearts afire, the sky ablaze with cannon fire
We all raise our voices to the air, to the air

And above all this folderol
On a bed made of chaparral
She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
And the babe, all in slumber dreams
Of a place, filled with quiet streams
And the lake, where her cradle was pulled from the water
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta
And we'll all come praise The Infanta

--
We Both Go Down Together

Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning

You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty

And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together

I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down on the grass of a clearing
You wept but your soul was willing

And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand

Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying
We fall but our souls are flying

And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, oh my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together

--
Eli, the Barrow Boy

Eli, the barrow boy of the old town
Sells coal and marigolds and he cries out
All down the day

Below the tamaracks he is crying
"Corn cobs and candle wax for the buying"
All down the day

Would I could afford to buy my love a fine robe
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But she is dead and gone and lying in a pine grove
And I must push my barrow all the day
And I must push my barrow all the day

Eli, the barrow boy when they found him
Dressed all in corduroy he had drowned in
The river down the way

They laid his body down in a church yard
But still when the moon is out with his push cart
He calls down the day

Would I could afford to buy my love a fine gown
Made of gold and silk Arabian thread
But I am dead and gone and lying in a church ground
And still I push my barrow all the day
Still I push my barrow all the day

--
The Sporting life

I fell on the playing field
The work of an errant heel
The din of the crowd and the loud commotion
Went deafening silent and stopped emotion
The season was almost done
We'd managed it 12 to 1
So far I had known no humiliation
In front of my friends and close relations

There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love the sporting life

And father had had such hopes
For a son who would take the ropes
And fulfill all his old athletic aspirations
But apparently now there's some complications
But while I am lying here
Trying to fight the tears
I'll prove to the crowd that I come out stronger
Though I think I might lie here a little longer

'Cause there's my coach, he's looking down
The disappointment in his knitted brow
"I should've known," he thinks again
"I never should have put him in"
He turns and loads the lemonade away
And breathes in deep, the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life
How he loves

There's my father looking on
And there's my girlfriend arm in arm
With the captain of the other team
And all of this is clear to me
They condescend and fix on me a frown
How they love, Oh, the sporting life
The sporting life, the sporting life
How they love

--
The Bagman's Gambit

On the lam from the law
On the steps of the capitol
You shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock
And I saw momentarily
They flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you
You'd been abused so horribly
But you were there in some anonymous room

And I recall that fall
I was working for the government
And in a bathroom stall off the National Mall
How we kissed so sweetly
How could I refuse a favor or two
For a tryst in the greenery
I gave you documents and microfilm, too

And from my ten floor tenement
Where once our bodies lay
How I long to hear you say
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow, somehow

It was late one night
I was awoken by the telephone
I heard a strangled cry on the end of the line
Purloined in Petrograd
They were suspicious of where your loyalties lay
So I paid off a bureaucrat
To convince your captors there to secret you away

And at the gate of the embassy
Our hands met through the bars
As your whisper stilled my heart
No, they'll never catch me now
No, they'll never catch me
No, they cannot catch me now
We will escape somehow, somehow

And I dreamt one night
You were there in form
Head held high
In uniform

It was ten years on
When you resurfaced in a motorcar
With the wave of an arm you were there and gone

--
From My Own True Love (Lost at Sea)

Four score years, living down in this rainswept town
Sea salt tears, swimming 'round as the rain comes down

Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea

Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea

[Additional verses from demo version]
Hands hang low creasing the fabric of my wedding dress
Does he lie below snagged in the fingers of a seaweed tress?

Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me?
Mr. Postman, do you have a letter for me, a letter for me?
From my own true love lost at sea, lost at sea

--
Sixteen Military Wives

Sixteen military wives
Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes
Staring at the natural tan
Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands

Seventeen company men
Out of which only twelve will make it back again
Sergeant sends a letter to five
Military wives whose tears drip down from ten little eyes

Cheer them on to their rivals
'Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes La de da de da

Fifteen celebrity minds
Leading their Fifteen sordid, wretched, checkered lives
Will they find the solution in time
Using their Fifteen pristine, moderate, liberal minds

Eighteen academy chairs
Out of which only seven really even care
Doling out the garland to five
Celebrity minds, they're humbly taken by surprise

Cheer them on to their rivals
'Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes la de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da

Fourteen cannibal kings
Wondering blithely what the dinner bell will bring
Fifteen celebrity minds
Served on a leafy bed of sixteen military wives

Cheer them on to their rivals
Cause America can, and America can't say no
And America does, if America says it's so, it's so
And the anchor person on TV
Goes la de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da
La de da de da, de di de da de da

--
The Engine Driver

I'm an engine driver
On a long run, on a long run
Would I were beside her
She's a long one, such a long one

And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go

I'm a county lineman
On the high line, on the high line
So will be my grandson
There are power lines in our bloodlines

And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones

I'm a moneylender
I have fortunes upon fortunes
Take my hand for tender
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer
I am all that you have known
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
My bones, my bones

(And if you don't love me, let me go)
And if you don't love me, let me go
(And if you don't love me, let me go)
And if you don't love me, let me go

--
On the Bus Mall

In matching blue raincoats our shoes were our show boats we kicked around
From stairway to station we made a sensation with the gadabout crowd
And oh, what a bargain we're two easy targets for the old men at the off-tracks
Who've paid in palaver and crumpled old dollars which we squirreled away In our rat trap hotel by the freeway
And we slept-in Sundays

Your parents were anxious your cool was contagious at the old school
You left without leaving a note for your grieving sweet mother while Your brother was so cruel
And here in the alleys your spirits were rallied as you learned quick to make a fast buck
In bathrooms and barrooms on dumpsters and heirlooms we bit our tongues, sucked our lips into our lungs till we were falling
Such was our calling

And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways on the bus mall
We're down on the bus mall

Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants of the old town
We reigned at the pool hall with one iron cue ball and we never let the bastards get us down
And we laughed off the quick tricks the old men with limp dicks on the colonnades of the waterfront park
As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring, we huddled close In the bus stop enclosure enfolding
Our hands tightly holding

And here in our hovel we fuse like a family
But I will not mourn for you
So take off your makeup and pocket your pills away
We're kings among runaways on the bus mall
We're down On the bus mall, we're down on the bus mall
Down on the bus mall, oh oh

--
The Mariner's Revenge Song

We are two mariners
Our ships' sole survivors
In this belly of a whale

Its ribs our ceiling beams,
Its guts our carpeting,
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me,
I was a child of three
And you a lad of eighteen

But I remember you,
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave

At the time you were a rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money on the whores and hounds
Oh, oh

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet

And so she took you in,
Her sheets still warm with him,
Now filled with filth and foul disease

As time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother a poor consumptive wretch
Oh, oh

And then you disappeared,
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind

And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind

Then one day in spring my dear, sweet mother died
But before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
Oh, oh

"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street 

Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat

But never once in the employ of these holy men
Did I ever, once, turn my mind from the thought of revenge
Oh, oh

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea

The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty

The following day I shipped to sea with a privateer
And in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear:
Oh, oh

"Find him, bind him, tie him to a pole and break his
Fingers to splinters; drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked clawing at the ceiling of his grave

"There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea

Your starboard flank abeam,
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath

The ocean shook, the sky went black, and the captain quailed
And before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale
Oh, oh [screaming]
Oh [screaming]

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between its teeth

But, oh what providence,
What divine intelligence,
That you should survive as well as me

It gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear
Oh, oh

--
Of Angels and Angles

There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles
There's a ticking at the sill
There's a purr of a pigeon to break the still of day

As on we go drowning down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning down we go away, away

There's a tough word on your crossword
There's a bed bug nipping a finger
There's a swallow, there's a calm
Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today

As on we go drowning down we go away
And darling, we go a-drowning down we go away, away

There are angels in your angles
There's a low moon caught in your tangles

##
The Crane Wife

--
The Crane Wife 3

And under the boughs unbowed
All clothed in a snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the boughs unbowed

Each feather, it fell from skin
'Till threadbare as she grew thin
How were my eyes so blinded?
Each feather, it fell from skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

A gray sky, a bitter sting
A raincloud, a crane on wing
All out beyond horizon
A gray sky, a bitter sting

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low, low, low

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

--
The Island

1. Come and See

There's an island hidden in the sound
Lapping currents lay your boat aground
Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their arabesques
And sorrow fills the silence all around
Come and see

There's a harbor lost within the reeds
A jetty caught in overhanging trees
Among the bones of cormorants, no boot mark here, nor fingerprints
The rivers roll down to a soundless sea
Come and see
Come and see

The tides all come and go, witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come and see

In the lowlands, nestled in the heath
A briar cradle rocks it's babe to sleep
Its contents watched by Sycorax and Patagon in parallax
A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep
Come and see
Come and see

The tides all come and go, witnessed by no waking eye
The willows mark the wind
And all we know for sure amidst this fading light
We'll not go home again
Come and see
Come and see

2. The Landlord's Daughter

As I was a-ramble down by the water
I spied in sable the landlord's daughter

Produced my pistol then my saber
Said "Make no whistle or thou will be murdered"
La-ha-ha, la-ha-ha

She cursed, she shivered she cried for mercy
"My gold and silver if thou will release me"
Oh, la-ha-ha, la-ha-ha, la-oh-oh

I'll take no gold, miss, I'll take no silver
But I'll take those sweet lips and thou will deliver
Oh, la-ha-ha, la-ha-ha

3. You'll Not Feel the Drowning

I will dress your eyelids with dimes upon your eyes
Lay you close to water, green your grave will rise

Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Forget you once had sweethearts they've forgotten you
Think you not on parents they've forgotten too

Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Go to sleep now, little ugly
Go to sleep now, you little fool
Forty-winking in the belfry
You'll not feel the drowning
You'll not feel the drowning

Hear you now the captain heave his sorrow'd cry
The weight upon your eyelids is dimes laid on your eyes

--
Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then) (duet with Laura Veirs)

[Soldier]:
Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet
A sweetheart left behind

[Girl]:
Far from the hills of the sea-swaled Carolinas
That's where my true love lies

Ah ah ah...

[Soldier]:
Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
Sings upon the birch bough high

[Girl]:
But you are in the ground with the wolves and the weevils
All a-chew on your bones so dry

Ah ah ah...

[Both]:
But when the sun breaks
To no more bullets in Battle Creek
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then I will be home then
I will be home then, I will be home then, then

[Girl]:
When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
Made a seam to hem me in

[Soldier]:
There at the fair, when our eyes caught, careless,
Got my heart right pierced by a pin

Ah ah ah...

[Soldier]:
But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas
All the bellies and the bones and the bile?

[Girl]:
No, I lingered here with the blankets barren
And my own belly big with child

Ah ah ah...

[Both]:
But when the sun breaks
To no more bullets in Battle Creek
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then I will be home then
I will be home then, I will be home then

[Soldier]:
Stems and bones and stone walls too
[Both]:
Could keep me from you
[Soldier]:
This skein and skin is all too few
[Both]:
To keep me from you

[Both]:
But oh my love, though our bodies may be parted
Though our skin may not touch skin
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
I will come on the breath of the wind

Ah ah ah...

--
O Valencia!

You belong to the gang and you say you can't break away
But I'm here with my hands on my heart
And our families can't agree, I'm your brother's sworn enemy
But I shout out my love to the stars

So we'll wait for the stone on your window, your window
We'll wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go

When first we laid eyes, I swore to no compromise
'Till I found my caress on your skin
But how soon we were betrayed, your sister gave us away
And your father came all unhinged

So we'll wait for the stone on your window, your window
We'll wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go

But o, Valencia with your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia, and I swear to the stars I'll burn this whole city down, oh, oh, oh

All I heard was a shout of your brother calling me out
And you ran, like a fool, to my side
Well, the shot, it hit hard and your frame went limp in my arms
And an oath of love was your dying cry

So we'll wait for the stone on your window, your window
We'll wait by the car and we'll go, we'll go

But o, Valencia with your blood still warm on the ground
Valencia, and I'll burn this whole city down
Valencia, with your blood getting cold on the ground
Valencia, and I swear to the stars I'll burn this whole city down, oh, oh, oh

--
The Perfect Crime #2

Sing, Muse, of the passion of the pistol
Sing, Muse, of the warning by the whistle
A night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by a slate sky raining

Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all right

It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime
It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect crime

The bagman's quaking at the fingers
The hand-off, glance a little lingers
A well-dressed man in the cross-hairs
A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs

It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime
It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect crime

It was like a ticker tape parade
When the plastique on the safe was blown away
And we all gazed from eye to eye
As we mouthed our silent goodbyes

The valley's sleeping like a bastard
It stinks of slumber and disaster
Two words are spoke on the tap wire
The agent's ploy finds a surefire backfire

It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime
It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime
It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime

--
When the War Came

With all the grain of Babylon
To cultivate, to make us strong
And hidden here behind the walls
Are shoulders wide and timber on

'Till the war came, 'till the war came

A terrible autonomy
Has grafted onto you and me
Our trust put in the government
They told their lies as heaven-sent

'Till the war came, 'till the war came

And the war came with a curse and a caterwaul
And the war came with all the poise of a cannonball
And they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight
When the war came, the war came hard

We made our oath to Vavilov
We'd not betray the solanum
The acres of asteraceae
To our own pangs of starvation

'Till the war came, 'till the war came
And the war came with a curse and a caterwaul
And the war came with all the poise of a cannonball
And they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight
When the war came, the war came hard

With all the grain of Babylon
With all the grain of Babylon (With all the grain of Babylon)
With all the grain of Babylon (With all the grain of Babylon)
With all the grain of Babylon (With all the grain of Babylon)
With all the grain of Babylon (With all the grain of Babylon)
With all the grain of Babylon (With all the grain of Babylon)
With all the grain of Babylon (With all the grain of Babylon)
With all the grain of Babylon

--
Shankill Butchers

Two, three, four

The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You'd better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey by the pint

'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan, everybody shake
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake

They used to be just like me and you
They used to be sweet little boys
But something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy

'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan, everybody shake
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake

The Shankill butchers on the rise
They're waiting 'till the dead of night
They're picking at their fingers with their knives
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs

'Cause everybody knows if you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow your ribbons from your curls
Everybody moan, everybody shake
The Shankill butchers want to catch you
The Shankill butchers want to cut you
The Shankill butchers want to catch you awake, awake, awake

--
Summersong

Ramblin', where to begin?
I taste the summer on your peppery skin
Been saved, the warmer the waves
I felt us slip into a watery grave, oh oh
Ah-ha-oh
La-di-da-da-da
Ah-ha-ha-oh-oh

My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag will unfurl
She's grand, the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand, oh oh
Ah-ha-oh
La-di-da-da-da
Ah-ha-ha-oh-oh

And summer arrives (ba-ba ba ba)
With a length of lights (ba-ba ba ba)
And summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave

Waylay the din of the day
Boats bobbing in the blue of the bay
In deep, far beneath
All the dead sailors slowly slipping to sleep, oh oh
Ah-ha-oh
La-di-da-da-da
Ah-ha-ha-oh-oh

My girl, linen and curls
Lips parting like a flag will unfurl
She's grand, the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand, oh oh
Ah-ha-oh
La-di-da-da-da
Ah-ha-ha-oh-oh

And summer arrives (ba-ba ba ba)
With a length of lights (ba-ba ba ba)
And summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave

--
The Crane Wife 1 & 2

PART ONE

It was a cold night and the snow lay 'round
I pulled my coat tight against the falling down
And the sun was all, and the sun was all down
And the sun was all, and the sun was all down

I am a poor man, I have not wealth nor fame
I have my two hands and a house to my name
And the winter's so, the winter's so long
And the winter's so, the winter's so long

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found

It was a white crane, it was a helpless thing
Upon a red stain with an arrow in its wing
And it called and cried, it called and cried so
And it called and cried, it called and cried so

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife, my crane wife

Now I helped her and I dressed her wounds
And how I held her beneath the rising moon
And she stood to fly, she stood to fly away
And she stood to fly, she stood to fly away

And all the stars were crashing 'round
As I laid eyes on what I'd found
My crane wife, my crane wife
My crane wife, my crane wife

PART TWO

My crane wife arrived at my door in the moonlight
All star bright and tongue-tied, I took her in

We were married and bells rang sweet for our wedding
And our bedding was ready, when we fell in

Sound the keening bell and see it's painted red
Soft as fontanelle, the feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife, my crane wife, my crane wife

We were poorly our fortunes fading hourly
And how she loved me, she could bring it back

But I was greedy I was vain and I forced her to weaving
On a cold loom in a closed room, down the hall

Sound the keening bell and see it's painted red
Soft as fontanelle, the feathers in the thread
When all I ever meant to do was to keep you
My crane wife, my crane wife, my crane wife

There's a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart
There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart
It rakes at my heart, heart, heart, heart

Heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, my crane wife

--
Sons & Daughters

When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now

These currents pull us across the border
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder
'Till tides will pull our hull to ground
Making this cold harbor now, home

Take up your arms, sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable, now

When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now

When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now

When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now

When we arrive, sons and daughters
We'll make our homes on the water
We'll build our walls aluminum
We'll fill our mouths with cinnamon, now

Hear all the bombs, that fade away (x20)


Bonus tracks

--
After the Bombs (iTunes bonus track)

And after the bombs subside
And this long low campaign calls it good for the night
We meet in the streets where we meet in the bar's cold light
We grip at our hands where we hold just a little tight

After the bombs, after the bombs subside

And after the rockets calm
And the glimmer of fire portends an early dawn
We pinch at our skin where we wonder how we escaped harm
We forget all our trials o'er there in our babies' arms

After the rockets, after the rockets calm

Then we'll go dancing, won't we go dancing
Yes we'll go dancing 'till it all
Starts over again

Then we'll go dancing, yes we'll go dancing
Won't we go dancing 'till it all
Starts over again

--
Culling of the Fold (Tower Records bonus track)

Cut him up boy
You've got to cut him up boy
He's a wicked disgrace
And he said it to your face
You better cut him up boy

Take him by the teeth
Get him down on his knees
With your hands all shaking
That'll teach him how to take it
Gotta cut him up boy, and how

Ply her heart with gold and silver
And take your sweetheart down to the river
Dash her on the paving stones
It may break your heart to break her bones
But someone's got to do, the culling of the fold

Cut him up girl
Really cut him up girl
He lives by himself
in a hole in a wall
You've gotta cut him up girl

You can take him in a stitch
Dump his body in a ditch
Leave his limbs all naked
That'll teach him how to take it
Better cut him up girl, and how

Ply her heart with gold and silver
And take your sweetheart down to the river
Dash her on the paving stones
It may break your heart to break her bones
But someone's got to do, the culling of the fold

Listen up boy
And listen up girl
It's a shallow little trench
And it's giving off a stench
It's a shallow little world

Feeling down in the face
Could you use a little space
When the radio crackles
And the in-laws cackle
You better cut him up boy
And cut him up girl

Ply her heart with gold and silver
And take your sweetheart down to the river
Dash her on the paving stones
It may break your heart to break her bones
But someone's got to do, the culling of the fold
Oh the culling of the fold, oh ha ha ha!

--
The Perfect Crime #1 (Starbucks bonus track)

Two, three, four!

I got a gun, I got a girl
I got a bullet-proof plan to pull
The perfect crime, I got the perfect crime
I got a warehouse down at the docks
I got fifteen precincts of cops bought
The perfect crime, I got the perfect crime

You got to get your clock locked, get your stopwatch synchronized
You got to get it so you can't put a pin through your alibi
To pull the perfect crime, to pull the perfect crime

Ba-da-ba-bah
Ba-da-ba-bah
Ba-ba-ba-bah
Da-da-da-da-doh-ba-ba
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bah

I got a guy bought on the inside
I got a night guard gagged and hog tied
The perfect crime, this is the perfect crime
I got a brain, I got a brawn
I got all the proper papers for the gendarme
The perfect crime c'est ca the perfect crime
I got the mob boss bought, got a letter from the DEA
I got a mock up of the lockup where they stock up all their pocket change
To pull this perfect crime, this is the perfect crime

Ba-da-ba-bah
Ba-da-ba-bah
Ba-ba-ba-bah
Da-da-da-da-boh-bow-bow-bow
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba

We hit a snag when we tripped the alarm
Because the dock side specs have been tipped off in time
To this perfect crime
Call out the dogs, call out the cops
We caught the deputy officer cold-cock or we'll do time
For this perfect crime

So we ran around town with the cops stepping on our tails
Because we'd rather break depth then a Fist fuckin county jail
Just for the perfect crime, for the perfect crime, this is the perfect crime

Ba-da-ba-bah
Ba-da-ba-bah
Ba-ba-ba-bah
Ba-da-da-duh

--
The Day I Knew You'd Not Come Back (Starbucks bonus track)

The day I knew you'd not come back
I built this castle out of glass
But I could never understand
Where the windows and walls began and end
No, I could never understand
Where the windows and walls began and end

I built this colonnade of sand
Stretched out like fingers from my hand
With the waves coming in
In the morning, I had to build again
With the waves coming in
In the morning, I had to build again

The day I knew you'd not come back
I built this castle out of glass
But I could never understand
Where the windows and walls began and end
No, I could never understand
Where the windows and walls began and end

--
Hurdles Even Here (Starbucks bonus track)

So it started in your ovaries
A stone, a seedling our bones entwined
A warning from the orderlies
A bulge for bleeding this will take it's time
oh-oh-oh oh-oh

So it all ran down the telephone
And saw me clearly only nine years old
Calmly cast in styrofoam
In my Tony Lamas when the shock takes hold
oh-oh-oh oh-oh

Mom, there are hurdles here
That I cannot seem to clear
Dad, there are demons around
And though I said that I
Said I'd be all right, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied

So fix your brood and belly now
Get your fingers wringing get your loins unstained
It'll eat you from the inside out
'Till it comes out screaming 'Till it all falls away
oh-oh-oh oh-oh

Dad, there are hurdles here
That I cannot seem to clear
Mom, there are demons around
And though I said that I
Said I'd be all right, I lied
I lied, I lied, I lied

##
The Hazards of Love

--
Prelude (Jenny Conlee)
[instrumental]

--
The Hazards of Love 1
  (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle the Thistles Undone)

[first voice]
My true love went riding out in white and green and gray
Past the pale of Offa's wall where she was want to stray
And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love"

She being full of charity a credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn's hind legs when here her plans were vexed
The taiga shifted strange the beast began to change
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love."
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love."
You'll learn soon enough the prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone, undone

Fifteen lithesome maidens lay alone in their bower
Fourteen occupations paid to pass the idle hour
But Margaret heaves a sigh her hands clasped to her thigh
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love."
Singing, "Oh, the hazards of love."
You'll learn soon enough the prettiest whistles won't wrestle the thistles undone, undone
Undone, undone, undone

--
A Bower Scene

[second voice]
"Thou unconsolable daughter," said the sister
"When wilt thou trouble the water in the cistern?
And what irascible blackguard is the father?"

And when young Margaret's waistline grew wider
The fruit of her amorous entwine inside her
And so our heroine withdraws to the taiga

--
Won't Want for Love (Margaret in the Taiga)

[Margaret:]
Gentle leaves, gentle leaves, please array a path for me
The woods are growing thick and fast around
Columbine, columbine, please alert this love of mine
Let him know his Margaret comes along

And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love

Mistle thrush, mistle thrush, lay me down in the underbrush
My naked feet grow weary with the dusk
Willow boughs, willow boughs, make a bed to lay me down
Let your branches bow to cradle us

And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling but I won't want for love

[William]
O my own true love, o my own true love!
Can you hear me, love, can you hear me, love?

[Margaret]
And all this stirring inside my belly won't quell my want for love
And I may swoon from all this swelling, but I won't want for love
Won't want for love, won't want for love
I won't want for love

--
The Hazards of Love 2 (Wager All)

[William]
And here I am softer than a shower
And here I am to garland you with flowers

To lay you down in clover bed
The stars, a roof above our heads

And all my life I never felt the tremor
And all my life that now disturbs my fingers

I'll lay you down in clover bed
The stars, a roof above our heads
And we'll lie 'til the corncrake crows
Bereft the weight of our summer clothes
And I'd wager all, the hazards of love, the hazards of love

And take my hand and cradle it in your hand
And take my hand to feel the pull, the quicksand

I'll lay you down in clover bed
The stars, a roof above our heads
And we'll lie till the corncrake crows
Bereft the weight of our summer clothes
And I'd wager all, the hazards of love, the hazards of love
The hazards of love, the hazards of love

--
The Queen's Approach
[instrumental]

--
Isn't It a Lovely Night?

[Margaret]
Isn't it a lovely night, and so alive
With fireflies providing us their holy light
And here we made a bed of boughs and thistledown
That we had found to lay upon the dewy ground
And isn't it a lovely way, we got in from our play
Isn't it babe, a sweet little baby

[William]
Wasn't it a lovely breeze? that swept the leaves
Of arbor eaves and bent to brush our blushing knees

[Margaret & William]
And here we died our little deaths and we were left
To catch our breaths so swiftly lifting from our chests
And isn't it a lovely way, we got in from our play
Isn't it babe, a sweet little baby

--
The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid

[William]
Mother I can hear your foot fall now
A soft disturbance in the dead fall how
It precedes you like a black smoke pall
Still the wanting comes in waves

And you delivered me from danger, then
Pulled my cradle from the reedy glen
Swore to save me from the world of men
Still the wanting comes in waves, in waves, and waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)

And the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
And the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
And I want this night, and I want this night, ohh...

[The Queen]
How I made you, I wrought you, I pulled you
From ore I labored you, from cancer I cradled you, and now
This is how I am repaid, this is how I am repaid?

Remember when I found you the miseries that hounded you
And I gave you motion, anointed with lotions, and now
This is how I am repaid, this is how I am repaid?

[William]
Mother hear this proposition, right:
Grant me freedom to enjoy this night
And I'll return to you at break of light
For the wanting comes in waves, and waves, and waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)

Still the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
Still the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
Still the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
And you owe me life, and you owe me life, oh

[The Queen]
And if I grant you this favor to hand you
Your life for the evening, I will retake by morning; and so
Consider it your debt repaid, consider it your debt repaid, repaid, repaid!

--
An Interlude
[instrumental]

--
The Rake's Song

[The Rake]
I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright!
No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse
Alright, alright, alright!
Alright, alright, alright!

First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
Alright, alright, alright!
What can one do when one is a widower,
Shamefully saddled with three little pests?
All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
So my burden I began to divest
Alright, alright, alright!
Alright, alright, alright!

Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Isaiah fought but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
Alright, alright, alright!
And that's how I came, your humble narrator,
To be living so easy and free
I expect that you think that I should be haunted
But it never really bothers me
Alright, alright, alright!
Alright, alright, alright!

--
The Abduction of Margaret

[Second Voice]
And all the while whispering arbors provide cover
What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers
Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor

All a'gallop with Margaret slung rude 'cross withers
Having clamped her innocent fingers in fetters
This villain must calculate crossing the wild river

--
The Queen's Rebuke/The Crossing

[The Queen]
I'm made of bones of the branches, the boughs, and the brow beating light
While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high
And my fingers extend to the leaves and the eaves and the bright, brightest shine, it's my shine

And he was a baby abandoned, entombed in a cradle of clay
And I was the soul who took pity and stole him away
And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit by day, brightest day, it's my day

And you have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child
To abduct and abuse and to render her rift and defiled
But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild, I will fly you to the far side

--
Annan Water

[William]
Annan water, you loom so deep and wide
I would cross over if you would stem the tide
Or build a boat that I might ford the other side
To reach the farther shore where my true love lies in wait for me
In wait for me, in wait for me, in wait for me

O gray river, your waters ramble wild
The horses shiver and bite against the bridle
But I will cross if mine own horse is pulled from me
Though my mother cries that if I try I sure will drowned be
Will drowned be, will drowned be, will drowned be

But if you calm and let me pass
You may render me a wreck when I come back
So calm your waves and slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my return

Annan water, oh hear my true love's call
Hear her holler above your water's pall
God that I could, that my two arms could give me wing
And I would cross your breadth and rest my breast about her amber ring
Her amber ring, her amber ring, her amber ring

But if you calm and let me pass
You may render me a wreck when I come back
So calm your waves and slow the churn
And you may have my precious bones on my, on my return

--
Margaret in Captivity

[The Rake]
I have snipped your wingspan my precious captive swan
Here all clipped of kickstand your spirit won't last long
Don't you lift a finger, don't you snap and jaw
Limber limbs akimbo rest till rubbing raw

[Margaret]
O my own true love, o my own true love
Can you hear me love, can you hear me love?

[The Rake]
Don't hold out for rescue none can hear your call
Till I have wrest and wrecked you behind these fortress walls

[Margaret]
O my own true love, o my own true love
Can you hear me love, can you hear me love?

--
The Hazards of Love 3 (Revenge!)

[Charlotte]
Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed
Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead
But father don't you fear
Your children all are here
Singing, "Oh the hazards of love!"

[Dawn]
Papa turn the water down, the basin's overflown
The water covers everything and me left all alone
But Papa here in death
I have regained my breath
To sing, "Oh the hazards of love!"
To sing, "Oh the hazards of love!"

[Isaiah]
Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child, but I'd prefer the lash
My sisters drowned and poisoned, all, and me reduced to ash
And buried in an urn
But father, I return
Singing, "Oh the hazards of love"
Singing, "Oh the hazards of love"
"The hazards of love"
"The hazards of love"

--
The Wanting Comes in Waves (Reprise)

[William]
And here come the waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
And the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
And the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)
And the wanting comes in waves (Ooh, ooh, oooooooh)

And I want this night

--
The Hazards of Love 4 (The Drowned)

[William]
Margaret, array the rocks around the hole before we're sinking
A million stones, a million bones, a million holes within the chinking
And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes so filled with crying
A whisper-weight upon the tattered down where you and I were lying
Tell me now, o tell me this a forest's son, a river's daughter
A willow wand, a will-o-wisp our ghosts will wander all of the water

[William & Margaret]
So let's be married here today these rushing waves to bear our witness
And we will lie like river stones rolling only where it takes us
But I pulled you and I called you here (Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I)
And I caught you and I brought you here (Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I)
But these hazards of love never more will trouble us

[William]
O Margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly at our ankles
Another bow, another breath this brilliant chill has come for the shackle

[William & Margaret]
But with this long last rush of air let's speak our vows in starry whisper
And when the waves came crashing down he closed his eyes and softly kissed her
(Singing) but I pulled you and I called you here (Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I)
And I caught you and I brought you here (Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I)
But these hazards of love never more will trouble us
And these hazards of love never more will trouble us

##
The King Is Dead

--
Don't Carry It All

Here we come to a turning of the season
Witness to the arc towards the sun
A neighbor's blessed burden within reason
Becomes a burden borne of all and one

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all

A monument to build beneath the arbors
Upon a plinth that towers t'wards the trees
Let every vessel pitching hard to starboard
Lay its head on summer's freckled knees

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all

A there a wreath of trillium and ivy
Laid upon the body of a boy
Lazy will the loam come from its hiding
And return this quiet searcher to the soil

So raise a glass to turnings of the season
And watch it as it arcs towards the sun
And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason
And your labors will be born when all is done

And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don't carry it all, don't carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
And this I swear to all
To all
To all
To all

--
Calamity Song

Had a dream
You and me and the war of the end-times
And I believe
California succumbed to the fault line
We heaved relief
As scores of innocents died

And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels

Hetty Green
Queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab
(Know what I mean?)
On the road
It's well advised that you follow your own bag
In the year of the chewable Ambien tab

And the Panamanian child
Stands at the dowager empress' side
And all that remain is the arms of the angels
And all that remain is the arms of the angels

When you've receded into loam
And they're picking at your bones
We'll come home

We'll come home

Quiet now
Will we gather to conjure the rain down?
Will we now
Build a civilization below ground?
And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around

And the Andalusian tribes
Setting the lay of Nebraska alight
'Til all that remain is the arms of the angel
'Til all that remain is the arms of the angels

--
Rise to Me

Big mountain, wide river
There's an ancient pull
These tree trunks, these stream beds
Leave our bellies full

They sing out:
I am going to stand my ground
You rise to me and I'll blow you down
I am going to stand my ground
You rise to me and I'll blow you down

Hey Henry can you hear me?
Let me see those eyes
This distance between us
Can seem a mountain size

But boy:
You are going to stand your ground
They rise to you, you blow them down
Let me see you stand your ground
If they rise to you, you blow them down

My darling, my sweetheart
I am in your sway
To cold climes comes springtime
So let me hear you say

My love:
I am going to stand my ground
They rise to me and I'll blow them down
I am going to stand my ground
They rise to me and I'll blow them down

--
Rox in the Box

Get the rocks in the box
Get the water right down to your socks
This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones

We all do what we can
We endure our fellow man
And we sing our songs to the headframes' creaks and moans

And it's one two three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?
And it's seven eight nine
You get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And you won't make a dime
On this gray Granite Mountain Mine
Of dirt you're made and to dirt you will return

So while we're living here
Let's get this little one thing clear
There's plenty of men to die; you don't jump your turn

And it's one two three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?
And it's seven eight nine
You get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

And it's one two three
On the wrong side of the lee
What were you meant for?
What were you meant for?
And it's seven eight nine
You get your shuffle back in line
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again
And if you ever make it to ten you won't make it again

--
January Hymn

On a winter's Sunday I go
To clear away the snow
And green the ground below

April all an ocean away
Is this the better way to spend the day?
Keeping the winter at bay

What were the words I meant to say before you left?
When I could see your breath lead
Where you were going to
Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Sing: O January O

How I lived a childhood in snow
And all my teens in tow
Stuffed in strata of clothes

Pale the winter days after dark
Wandering the gray memorial park
A fleeting beating of hearts

What were the words I meant to say before she left?
When I could see her breath lead
Where she was going to
Maybe I should just let it be
And maybe it will all come back to me
Sing: O January O

--
Down By the Water

See this ancient riverbed
See where all my folly's led
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

I was just some tow-head teen
Feeling 'round for fingers to get in between
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong
The summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

Sweet descend this rabble 'round
The pretty little patter of a seaport town
Rolling in the water and rolling down the old main drag

All dolled up in gabardine
The lash-flashing Leda of pier nineteen
Queen of the water and queen of the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong
The summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

The season rubs me wrong
The summer swells anon
So knock me down, tear me up
But I would bear it all broken just to fill my cup
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
Down by the water and down by the old main drag
Down by the water and down by the old main drag

--
All Arise!

Baby wants a new spin
Baby wants a broken heart
Hear you found the lynchpin
To keep it all from falling apart

But you keep on rolling
Yes you keep on rolling
Keep on rolling
You keep on rolling

Better find a way
Better kick it from your big brown eyes
I hear it tightens up
When you fall at the fifteenth try

Like a ship at ocean
Like a ship at ocean
Like a ship at ocean
Like a ship at sea

You spit thick and you cross your heart
But the culvert's all run dry
From keeping shotgun-shy
All arise! I'll just be mine tonight

So the dollar shop shoppers
Broke the lock and they knocked you down
Better call the coppers
If you need someone to push you around

But you keep on stealing
You keep on stealing
Yes, you keep on stealing
'Til there's nothing left to steal

You spit thick and you cross your heart
But the culvert's all run dry
From keeping shotgun-shy
All arise! I'll just be mine tonight

--
June Hymn

Here's a hymn to welcome in the day
Heralding a summer's early sway
And all the bulbs all coming in
To begin
The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens
Disrupts my reverie again

Pegging clothing on the line
Training jasmine how to vine
Up the arbor to your door
And more
You're standing on the landing with the war
You shouldered all the night before

And once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn
And you were waking
And day was breaking
A panoply of song
And summer comes to Springville Hill

A barony of ivy in the trees
Expanding out its empire by degrees
And all the branches burst to bloom
In the boom
Heaven sent this cardinal maroon
To decorate our living room

And once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn
And you were waking
And day was breaking
A panoply of song
And summer comes to Springville Hill

And years from now when this old light
Isn't ambling anymore
Will I bring myself to write
"I give my best to Springville Hill"

And once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn
And you were waking
And day was breaking
A panoply of song
And summer comes to Springville Hill

--
This Is Why We Fight

Come the war
Come the avarice
Come the war
Come hell

Come attrition
Come the reek of bones
Come attrition
Come hell

And this is why
Why we fight
Why we lie awake
This is why
This is why we fight
And when we die
We will die
With our arms unbound
This is why
This is why we fight
Come hell

Bride of quiet
Bride of all unquiet things
Bride of quiet
Bride of hell

Come the archers
Come the infantry
Come the archers
Of hell

And this is why
Why we fight
Why we lie awake
This is why
This is why we fight
And when we die
We will die
With our arms unbound
This is why
This is why we fight
Come hell

So come to me
Come to me now
Lay your arms around me
This is why
This is why we fight
Come hell

--
Dear Avery

Dear Avery
I think of you only
Were you waving
Were you dead on the vine?

Oh Avery
To think of you lonely
Would I could just grab you
By the nape of your neck

There are times life will rattle your bones
And will bend your limbs
But you're still far and away the boy you've ever been
So you bend back and shake at the frame
Of the frame you made
(But don't you shake alone)
Please, Avery, come home

Head strong
You and your long arms
Listing lazily
On the cusp of your teens

But you were my Avery
And when you needed saving
I could just grab you
By the nape of your neck

There are times life will rattle your bones
And will bend your limbs
But you're still far and away the boy you've ever been
So you bend back and shake at the frame
Of the frame you made
(But don't you shake alone)
Please, Avery, come home

Douglas Brick / dbrick@kom.net
Fri Nov 17 22:39:10 PST 2017