The Holy Ground
Put down roots in what you’ve found
Cling like a tree to the holy ground
Seeking dark rivers far underground
Drink from the rivers they’re all around
Take my right eye, bring a flame to my tongue
By shadowy pools where the moon is young
Out of the wasteland we’ll make our home
Under the mountain in ocean foam
Tell me how to make this true
Point out the way that I must move
To plant a flag under shifting skies
Shine a light as the moments die
Tell me how to make this true
Point out the way that I must move
I had a fire in my head
I hooked a berry to a thread
I caught myself a silver trout
I came home and the lights went out
You seek the scent like a pack of hounds
You strain your ears for the secret sounds
Weaving your thorns into little crowns
What will you wear when the sun goes down?
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Live on this holy ground
Sing for Loveless Seasons
There’s no love in the autumn sun, boy
But that’s okay
It is cold and bright
And you feel alright
Somewhere there’s a black dog
Barking out your name
But that’s far behind
And the air is kind
Say what you will, girl
Though it fucks my mind
I can’t stand here forever
On the edge of time
I want to forgive and proove that love is blind
I want to move forward
But I don’t know which way I am facing
Someone must come please and take me by the hand
There’s no truth in the winter wind, boy
But that’s okay
There is burning wood
And the smell is good
And somewhere there’s a future going up in smoke
That’s a private joke
For a crowd of one
Say what you will, girl
Can you still see straight?
I was left like a beggar
With these coins on my plate
I’m bound by the beauty
I’m worn out by the weight
I want to move forward
But I don’t know which way I am facing
There’s no love, sing no love
There’s no love, sing no love
Picture of a Fading Man
She is right
I am fading out of sight
But I welcome dissolution in your eyes
Would you care
If I vanished in the air?
Though you like the conversation
That is clear
Fading, fading, fading
Like an old family painting
And I speak the words and make them true
I speak my future like the prophets do
On this summer evening
I am surely leaving
I could fade in your room
I could fade in your room
I am gone, hear the insects greet the dawn,
Sing out simply in their joy,
“He can’t go on!”
In this park, I got lost inside the dark
But I kind of like this feeling
Disappearing
Fading, fading, fading
Like an old family painting
And I speak the words and make them true
Declare my fate just like the prophets do
On this summer evening
I am surely leaving
I could fade in your room
I could fade in your room
The Sound of Daisy Leaving
Daisy is leaving
My body’s grieving like an orphan now
Stay please, don’t leave me
Please close the space that I can never fill
When I’ve lost my way
This is how I pray
Love you
Feel you
Need you till the day I cannot breathe
Daisy!
