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We Remember
07:45
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to my son the winter morning
naked, cold, and arid
our brittle bones - blue
crippled hands,
ready to let the reins fall
to you,
we leave, the wide open sky
it hurts,
to leave, but there in lies the reason why
more of our pride,
in shreds, than that of our hearts
to you we leave the wide open sky,
broken, cluttered by smog
we remember well the warnings
and all the days of spilled splendor
so prepare your taste for dust (let the reins fall)
it's coming down
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Droughts and Floods
04:05
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an old pain,
inflicted,
generations passed,
resonating in your bare branches,
dull, and bleak, and undefined
not dissimilar
to that of knowing without knowing
an apology then,
bland, and bleak,
a thud
it sits in my throat,
as it will get stuck on your tongue
will you take the reins, if there's no-one left?
worse for wear
a callous on a new hand
bitter ends to bitter nights
let them answer one thing
what it is to care
droughts and floods will take us
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3. |
Young Ones
05:07
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when did we become the handsome fools?
cradling the promise of tomorrow
tell the king he's dead,
in his place a boy,
with soft pink skin,
mouth still wet.
Mother's joy.
Eyes still blue, but open,
not muddied by the worries of the world
Young ones will forge ahead
steady on, steady on, steady on
rely on tender hopes and dreams,
milk runs sour underneath our skins,
tethered to a boulder
besides your new hatched wings
the crutch of youth
buckles
underneath the weight of expectation
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4. |
Let Blood
09:34
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my understanding falls short,
when it comes to you...
my darling daughter,
I sing of sons,
and harmonise,
with status quos,
I apologise
that's the way it goes
Like sorting mustard seeds through gravel and grit,
the job at hand calls for your delicate frame,
the king will be the king but you'll have your way,
your words, the pillows, where the warriors lay
so have your say, but the king will be the king,
until no tree, turns green
A thousand sons wept their eyes dry,
while the truth sits idly by
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