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Holy Farmers

by Holy Farmers

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The fire is burning in the stove The hens are scratching in the yard The frost sets on a full moon's night Bathing in its light The cows will soon move in escape the winter's wind The swallow retreats to her far off nest the warmth of Marrakesh chorus: How can I return to the city streets How can I return? The leaves become one with the soil where they've come from It's time to sow the winter rye before the snow arrives The city calls my name I catch the morning train As I enter the station I long for home again chorus As I reflect on all that I have learned A boy I was when I arrived A man I return
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In wooded shrines I contemplate my actions If time exists then this thought is not too late In bows and branches I see the faces of the great Looking down at me with eyes of the sky that concourse on high I hear the rustling of the leaves Feel the hand of a wind I cannot see I never thought I would see you again Fire in your eyes and wind in your mane A conference of birds surrounds my crown In warbles I drown I hear the reeds and ride the steeds through valleys before I die
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High Treason 05:22
My sentence is high treason from your majesty's court And I cant plead to reason when I’m a head too short My body's hung, drawn and quartered this is what you've ordered My limbs to the four corners but truth still lies within these borders And my last wish is to blow you a kiss so throw my ashes to the wind in hopes they descend upon your lips once again For if you buried my body it would not find rest Your name heats my cold breath and my heart beats in this chest chorus: I rise from the dead like leavened bread I rise to you I curse now only these veils between you and me Veils I've woven from the finest silk spun of vanity And only now I realize that I have always been blessed What was behind the veil is the answer to my test And every path leads to the crimson ark If only I'd have known I'd have blessed my foes from the start chorus
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Warbling 02:48
Now I can feel the streams around my heel The soft flowing waters that turn the wheels Now I can hear your melody so clear The warbling from the branches above me dear chorus: How can I know which of the four winds blow And where can I lay my head when the most precious words remain unsaid Now I can see the leaves on your tree The love you gave to me when I was small And I can't explain how I forgot your name When the picture could no longer be contained in the frame chorus verse one and two

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released March 5, 2013

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Wood burning stoves, trees, sugar snap peas, urban anxiety, birds, growth and decay.

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