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At the slow hot death of the world
we will learn again to fear the sun
The edges will blacken and curl
Dread will follow all and everyone
Dread will follow all and everyone
Our hearts will fall like rocks into the dust
We will learn again to fear the sun
Our idols will be melted down or crushed
Our idols will be melted down or crushed
as we pray to them to turn back the tide
Our hearts will fall like rocks into the dust
when we learn that they were never on our side
When we learn that they were never on our side,
over the drone of flies we’ll hear each other coughing
We will pray to God to turn the tide
and swear to Him that we can hear Him laughing
We will swear to God that we can hear Him laughing
as the edges blacken and curl
Over the drone of flies we’ll hear each other coughing
at the slow hot death of the world
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From Sun to Sun
03:07
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We ride the range from sun to sun
on horses pale with dust
Though fugitive, we do not run
for the hand of God is just
Desert bird, with bones born hollow
and eyes made hollow by hunger
Your scavenged heart is beyond sorrow
You fly with the lepers and lungers
We ride the range from sun to sun
and sleep in the saddle like dead men
Our tempers red and wranglesome
our hatred burns stars into heaven
Buried out, in grounds unhallowed,
by madness toil and anger
We let our fields and wives go fallow
to be seeded one day by a stranger
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Dust On A Calf
02:19
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Your heart is dry as the dust on a calf
who has lain too long in the sun
He knows his mother will surely come back
so he waits, he waits in the sun
Your eyes are blue as the sky out west,
which often is not very blue at all
Thunderstorm grey, dusty sunset red
No, often the sky is not very blue at all
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No Color of Earth or Sky
04:56
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Land of Broken Men
03:59
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I hope I stay angry, but not at you
I hope I have the strength to bear the weight of any truth
I might lose my hair, but will I lose my senses?
Will I fear the answer so much
that I stop asking questions?
When I am torn down by failure
will you build me up again?
or will I be another ruin
in the Land of Broken Men?
Yeah, you know these men who live like ghosts
since they lost a true love
for want of a new love that never showed
It’s somewhere in their voices
when they’re telling me lies
In the lines in their faces,
the hesitation in their eyes:
It says,
“Brother, when you find love
you better give up the fight
because when you get older
with no one to hold you
you’re gonna lose your mind”
When I am torn down by failure
will you build me up again?
Or will I be another ruin
in the Land of Broken Men?
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Roselit Bone
03:54
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We’d been driven from our home
through fields of flowers
and fields of stone
until we hit the shore
I gazed out a the rolling waves
through hair all matted down with rain
too tired from the battle
to think about the war
She sat there on the sand
letting it sift, so slowly, through her hand
as the wind blew through her
and the wind blew cold
I looked up at her face
hungry, defeated and untouched by age
all silk and tulle and roselit bone
Love me like you love the ocean
Love me like you love the open sea
There are horses on the road and
my legs are weak
Love me and stand up to meet them
The dancing, grinning fauna
will come to me at dawn
to drag me off, drunk and bleating
They’ll separate my bones from flesh
and dance my skin around your bed
and you’ll know that I went out screaming
Love me like you love the ocean
Love me like you love the open sea
There are fires out in the field and
I do not sleep
Love me and keep the fire burning
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Mojave
03:44
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I was pulled to the dirt out from the womb
by the shackles ‘round my legs
They broke my arms and collarbone
for want that I not break my cage
In Mojave there are ravens the size of dogs
their feathers blacker than oiled night
They drill their eyes into you, my love
and sap the color from your sight
Never would have kept on fighting, but I knew one day
your tears would wash the blood away
Let passion choke lovers, but please
do not chide them when they fall
They know a better world than you or I
A world that is beautiful and small
Never would have kept on fighting, but I knew one day
your tears would wash the blood away
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What I have seen of the sun
is just the glint of some
much larger, more awful creature’s mane
But it has shown to me
the girls bruising their pale feet
on the rocks in the river
beyond the cattails and the cane
When the cherry blossoms bloom
they will lift away the gloom
We will see each other a first time
What different seas and suns
have stolen from us
What different winds have blown
the red into our eyes
My coward heart is yearning
for a home-nest and a welcome
In your jaws I am turning
but it’s nice to be inside of you
As I flail out at the void
my arms rattle in their joints
Oh to be coddled, iced down and saved
But I have frozen into Ghost and
I am looking for a new host
who is cold and empty and damp as a cave
My coward heart is yearning
for a home-nest and a welcome
In your jaws I am turning
but it’s nice to be inside of you
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Roselit Bone Portland, Oregon
After over a decade of touring, Roselit Bone have perfected an infectious and intense live show that has transfixed crowds in a nightly conversion ritual. The Portland 8-piece have deepened, shapeshifted and outdone themselves on their fourth full-length record, Ofrenda. ... more
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