Howlin Rain Dancers At The End Of Time
As the fall winds rattle at our door
and call us to the lunatic sea
For the pleasure games we play so easily
that never really make a soul
The details will haunt us in strange ways
like snow and smoke and skeletal leaves
Who will resurrect us? Jive, ass and teeth,
once we’ve all drunk all our fill of fire
A faint sadness hangs about the trees
as if our life and times were fruit
Ripened too quickly into rot
and fallen on this stinking spot
Tones of history ring here like a gong
but the pitch is bent and queer
Upon a beach of bones the iron orchid stands
and casts her cobalt gaze across the years
Mrs. Amelia Underwood,
carry my heart in your hand
Jesus will shine on you brightly,
into the hollow lands
Into the hollow lands
Now the sky, a fiend of fire,
the season’s tears to ancient wine
A ghostly blight from godless eyes,
the howling flames of our design
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That I might live and mean it
like the lion means to kill
In the lion all desire and prayer is one
Used to be time was upon us,
carried our hearts on our sleeves
Wearing the joy and the sorrow
like beautiful fall pained leaves
Mrs. Amelia Underwood,
carry my heart in your hand
Jesus will shine on you brightly,
into the hollow lands
Into the hollow lands
Into the hollow lands
Into the hollow lands
