Running past
the sheafs have bloody backs
My feet leave muddy tracks
The seeds have gone to grass
And all the weeds take root
Fed by the fallen fruit
And by the august youth
Who lies beneath the earth inside a tree
Eaten by beetles in his sleep
a lump of gold between his teeth
And maybe when the storms invade
They may upturn his shallow grave
And lay his bones upon the surface
And I'll roll beneath the sea and take his place
Eagles scream
While in my red sky dreams
I lick my conscience clean,
at least as clean as we will ever know
Before I see, with my eyes closed,
The jagged mountains in the East covered in foam
With which the valley will be filled
from every hill to every hill
Until the liquid starts to spill
Over the doors and windowsills
And all the creatures that I killed
Will leap to drink the swirling swill
and dance above my head like willow
fronds, and I will fly beyond
The skies will part as they reclaim their kin
A sun-scorched orphan with a chest of tin
The skies will part as they reclaim their kin
A sun-scorched orphan with a chest of tin
You have every right to mistrust this, because it's an internal plug. Adam Van Der Veer makes charming basement pop when he's not being forced to record guitar tracks for Dorian Finch. Check it. Dorian Finch
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I am one of the biggest Mountain Goats fans there is. John Darnielle's songs are so unique but it's kind of remarkable to see how other people take on his singular voice. I will also purchase anything that Laura Stevenson is featured on, forever. She is one of the most singularly talented people who ever lived (HYPERBOLE? You decide). Bomb The Music Industry! and Andrew Jackson Jihad are just the icing on the cake. Patrick Book