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The King's Harvest
02:08
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In the daytime I marvel at the sun and the rain
I am a beast full of rejoicing
Til nighttime reminds me of my lonely bed
And in it I lie awake wondering
The world grows swollen, our place in it grows small
I abide in the weaving of meaning
A coat or a cloak to keep out the cold
To warm the baby there weaning
The small frozen sparrow I pressed to my chest
Said, “the language of your life is longing
It threshes your throat, it harrows your hope
Until you’re fit for the king’s harvest”
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If I were the sun
I could kiss your skin and clothes
I’d illuminate your beauty
I’d bring gladness to your soul
And I would wake you every morning
With the hard work of my love
I’d love to be your lover
But I’d settle for the sun
If I were the wind
I would whisper in your ear
I would bless you with my silence
Then run my fingers through your hair
I could be cold and make you closer
To the ones you’re standing with
I’d love to be your lover
But I’d welcome being the wind
If I were the ground
I would hold you high above
I’d raise daisies for your pleasure
Trees would testify my love
And I would guard your body in the soil
When your soul was heaven bound
I’d love to be your lover
But I’d be glad to be the ground
I’m sure this world’s a wonder
For those who wander hand in hand
And I know this world was built for loving
But I am not sure I am
Oh mother, make me elemental
So she can feel my perfect love
Because my hands, my mouth, my eyes, my mind
Could never be enough
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Self Is Not a Temple
03:58
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Self is not a temple
That falls on your head
It’s a hard silver hammer
That’s placed in your hand
Spread before my vision
A multitude of lives
Murmuring cries for mercy
Only one can survive
Self is not a temple
That falls on your head
It’s a hard silver hammer
That’s placed in your hand
Who will survive this journey?
To the red wet gaping mouth of the grave
I have burned my coat of many colours
I am pliant and plain
Self is not a temple
That falls on your head
It’s a hard silver hammer
That’s placed in your hand
The moments bring new murder
To the beat of drum and fife
I am killer, I am creator
Every second is a knife
It’s so hard to know
Who becomes you the best
And who will be waiting
When you lay down to rest
But self is not a temple
That falls on your head
It’s a hard silver hammer
That’s placed in your hand
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Beside every life I lead
A thousand more lie asleep
Dreamless and lidless they wait
For a choice of mine to make them awake
I’m in love with this
This is all there is
Each moment passes lonely
Passes this way once only
Our memory just an elegy
For what passes this way once lonely
I’m in love with this
This is all there is
Crowned in leaves and clover
I crawled naked from the grove
With coins of joy and pain
Falling around me in sheets of rain
I’m in love with this
This is all there is
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Justify Me
03:41
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My labour vindicates me
My busy days are happy
Building the worlds for me to
Disappear into then give to you
But in the still of evening
In the rookery I am roosting
Waiting for you to find me
To bind me, define me, to justify me
The soul of man it stands complete
It walks above all worldly need
But the body yearns to unify
I’m kneeling and waiting
Justify me
I am a lonely beast who
Is longing to be released through
Rattling the bars of my life
By howling at stars in the night
But I know that you can tame me
You can give me a home and name me
And you need a real companion
To close the lips of the canyon
The soul of man it stands complete
The love of God its only need
But the body yearns to unify
I’m lying in wait here
Justify me
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Daguerreotypes Minneapolis, Minnesota
Self is not a temple that falls on your head, it's a hard silver hammer that's placed in your hand.
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