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part i

[verse 1]
i woke early one day
on a ploughed field, all upturned clay
where the farmer turns clay first
the crow comes after, to scour the earth
little things, left behind
the plough will spit up what the beaks will find

[refrain]
low love, i want you up here
i am afraid

[verse 2]
scared shy of pain, i’ll stay too long to go away
if you knew what will happen, you would do the same
because you are dumb, too
(no offense!)
where the farmer turns clay first
the crows came after to scour the еarth
little things, left behind
thе plough will spit up what i’ll find

part ii
[verse 3]
there is a hole where my head was
about the brim of my neck
met with the touch of a finger
north, south, east and west
they’re having mass in the meadow
i’m sure they’ll flee under rain
watch the procession through my hands
thinking “was i cursed with a brain?”

[verse 4]
love’s useless to no_one
’til no_one sees someone
and no_one’s eyes blink in the pews
someone is spotted and no_one is viewed
there swings about my knees
a long iron chain
which had a cracked handle for sale
no coin

[verse 5]
there is a hole where my head was
about the brim of my neck
met with the touch of a finger
north, south, east and west
they’re having mass in the meadow
i’m sure they’ll perish in rain
watch the procession through my hands
thinking “was i cursed with a brain?”
[verse 6]
love’s useless to no_one
’til no_one sees someone
and no_one’s eyes blink in the pews
someone is spotted and no_one is viewed
love’s useless to no_one
’til no_one sees someone
and no_one’s eyes blink in the pews
someone is spotted and no_one is viewed
pouncing on marsh, and soaking the heather
the banks are lapping, and dive over the brim
the pit of each puddle, the head of each hill
the heel of my foot to my crown
old names on the stones and old bones in the boxes
the heel of my foot to my crown
the heel of my foot to my crown
the heel of my foot to my crown

part iii

[verse 7]
each hill, for each new inch of tree
goes further under earth
the endless decade of a rural rosary
i am pleased
i can’t be wrong
if the wind’s right
if i am wrong…
[verse 8]
i arrive, luggage_less, and the skin hanging off my face
donkey cheek bones, liver_eyed locals
tide is pulled away, dragged over the sand like a tablecloth
barefoot babies in the branches, screaming through the trees
i am pleased, i am pleased, i am pleased

[verse 9]
if i am wrong
and the wind’s right
a man will call tonight
he’s my father

part iv

[refrain]
low love, i want you up here
i am afraid

[outro]
high love, i want you up here
i am not afraid
my favourite

[instrumental outro]

- junior brother

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