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When the Hills Call Me
04:25
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I saw a ghost and the ghost he saw me.
I took a breath by the dying oak tree.
I took confession and said to the screen:
I'm fixed, I'm finished, okay, and I'm clean.
A ghost of the girl,
the light in the old
home on the hill
aging, and oh . . .
The hills call me home,
it's one thing to say,
The heart of it is I'm over that place.
I'm over that place.
When the dust blows in and the chirping dies out,
may wind be sermons that could not save crops.
Our hands will be eyes and trace what we missed.
Our feet will leave this place to the end.
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Stitched, Sewn Up
02:51
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I've got faith but I don't believe.
Two feelings and a plan for three:
anxious distance, dead devotion.
Take your pick, I like this notion.
So what, so what, so what, so I'm
sewn up, sewn good, sewn tight.
Sewing spelling what I am:
Stitched.
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Blood
03:39
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I'm very troubled, I've done something wrong.
I am a liar, been since the day that I was born.
I am in trouble, I've done something wrong.
Are you the devil? I'm glad you're here. What took so long?
Did some lines that one time, I felt nothing at all.
Fully dressed, soaked in sweat, always answered your call.
Is he hers, flip a dime, I call tails, severed heads,
waste of time, loss of life, no fun now that you're dead.
It's the heat, I feel strange. I've been stuck in one place.
Cigarette to forget the regret that I face.
Forced a smile, drunken dial, please let's talk one more time.
Just like you used to do, when your heart was all mine.
Blood, so much blood. Oh my god, so much blood.
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Thorn
03:20
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I am the widow who walks by the trees.
I am compulsive; I count only threes.
Lend me your sight or help me relieve
the red on my ledger or sweat on my sleeve.
I'm perfectly bound, my skin gone maroon.
My rope burns lit by the night's leering moon.
Cut, cut off the rose and leave me the thorn.
I'll be waiting, renamed, reborn.
I am the child with blood on her knees.
Lend me your lungs, and help me to breathe.
I am the convert with rosary beads,
the silent intruder who carries disease.
I am the reckoning that came too soon.
I have felled greater men than empty beds do.
Cut, cut off the rose and leave me the thorn.
I'll be waiting renamed, reborn.
I am the current that moves in the sea,
but still like the flower that brings hands to me.
I am the rumor of my own company,
the poem, the rhyme, the dead melody.
Look at the hands that brought me to you.
Believe what you want, only my song is true.
Cut, cut off the rose and leave me the thorn.
I'll be waiting for you by the thorns, reborn.
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