Dreamt for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain
September 2006
[Apple Music / iTunes]-
1. Don't Take My Sunshine Away
Your face is like the sun sinking into the ocean
Your face is like watching flowers growing in fast motion
All your kisses I swallowed
Brighten mornings and hollows
My vines and tree knots will come unwound
Baby you are my sunshine
My sunshine
Please don’t take my sunshine away
The grounded fireflies are little stars that are dying
Returning to the earth I can hear them crying
Like Christmas bulbs that I swallowed
Slept in a tree that’s gone hollow
And never a brittle wintertime
Baby you are my sunshine
My sunshine
Please don’t take my sunshine away
Sunshine
My sunshine
Please don’t take my sunshine away -
Set your woods on fire
Hid up in their spires
Flames keep dancing higher
They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song
They’re getting it wrong
Ophelia in the creek
Caught up in the sticks
Somethings can’t be fixed
They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song -
I could look at your face
for a thousand years
It’s like a civil war
of pain and of cheer
But if you was a horse
I could help you with your chains
I could ride you through the fields
by your fiery mane
May your shade be sweet
and float upon the lakes
Where the sun will be made of honey
I’ll cry diamonds while you burn
‘Cause no one here can save you
She’s returning to the earth
But one day she’ll be silver
Stars are dying in my chest
Until I see you again
She was born with the wings of a hawk
But now she combs her hair with blood
May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
There the sun will be made of honey
May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
I know the sun could be made of honey
May your shade be sweet
May your shade be sweet
And float upon the lakes
May your shade be sweet -
Away with golden crows
I know their souls are old
The waves and the thunder’s prose
Within her belly glows
Where the sleeping old bears breathe
I can’t see the light for the trees
I stayed in a lake of fire
My bed was an ancient pyre
The stars all fell into the sea
I can’t see the light for the trees
For the trees
For the trees
For the trees
For the trees -
Arise old brother mountain
Our hooves are hammering your coils
The rivers carve out your hollows
With tears from me
Return to me
Return to me
My love
Oh my love
Be still old rusting river
Unlock her name from your grass
Unburden the pressures of fathoms
Of tears from me
Return to me
Return to me
My love
Oh my love
Oh my love
Return to the clouds
Return in the caves
Return over valleys
I’m here
Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love -
You are, you are my daisy
You’re my lullaby
Come sun up my dogs will fade to
Honeysuckle and clear moonshine
She was, she was my black earth
And the fire in my spine
Her magnetic waves gave birth
And I was the one who loved you the most
But you can’t put your arms around a ghost
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine
We can, we can go home soon
Over the cold old sea
Her lover is in the old moon
Oh to kiss her knobbly knees
Now she’s laughing underwater
Her pain’s gone away
We drank whiskey like our fathers
Born to return back to the clay
My love for you girl will never decay
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine
Where did you go?
Up to the sun
Where are you now?
Part of the sea in every drop
Or did you simply stop?
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine
Some sweet day you will be mine
You’ll be mine -
Abide with me from the morning ’til the evening
Abide with me when the night is high
Be my last sight and sweet to rest
Forever on your warm decaying breast
See you blind
Behold your saviour’s come
Dance for death
You lay in the morning fires
And be a ghost in the sky
A ghost in the sky
Be a ghost in the sky
A ghost in the sky
Grace has purified my blindness
It could be fresh and new and glorious
Will my bleeding ears be rung with joy?
Or are they just plain spent and well destroyed?
See you blind
Behold your saviour’s come
Dance for death
You lay in the morning fires
And be a ghost in the sky
A ghost in the sky
Be a ghost in the sky
A ghost in the sky
Be ghost in the sky
A ghost in the sky
And be a ghost in the sky
A ghost in the sky
Be a ghost in the sky
Be a ghost in the sky
Be a ghost in the sky -
Once I was a big old bear
Raining blows on sparkly snares
in the woods after the snow
The white noise witch, her hammers cold
rest beneath the pine and rose
In our suits and Sunday clothes
Cheer up my brother
It’s gonna be alright
‘Cause I know your hearts are heavy as mountains
But we’re gonna go back home one day
Hey there little winter star
Tell me who you really are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Born with honey in my hair
Once I was a big old bear
Cheer up my brother
It’s gonna be alright
And I know your hearts are heavy as mountains
But we’re gonna go back home one day
Wore my dress up to my knees
There’s ghosts of babies in the streams -
In the silver morning hollow
Trembling and getting old
Smelling burnt oil of heaven
About ten years, too big to hold
She don’t get up when I come into the room
She don’t run through the fields anymore
Built a fire in the kitchen
Made her bed by a stove
Took a walk to the graveyard
But she didn’t want to go
She don’t worry all them murders of crows
Even though they was always out of reach
She don’t get up when I come into the room
She don’t run through the fields anymore -
To wake
Not swallowed by windows
Moth eaten by widows
A new day’s begun
Smile
‘Cause nothing here matters
The spiders get fatter
Explode into the sun
Oh come on, come on, come on, come on
It’s not so hard
Oh come on, come on, come on, come on
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard
To trap
The dead dogs of summer
Assaulting your slumber
Stay drunk evermore
Rise
Your jewellery will scatter
On deserts and Saturn’s
Rings are on fire
Oh come on, come on, come on, come on
It’s not so hard
Come on, come on, come on, come on
It’s not so hard
Oh come on, come on, come on, come on
It’s not so hard
Come on, come on, come on, come on
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard -
A flock of knives cut the sky
And buried in my black eyes
And the clouds they bled in my head
And autumn rain soaked the dry beds
And the hurricane of her eyes
Willed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime
And I did swallow stained glass tears
Absorbed by the sun for many light years
And the fireflies in her hair
My red concertina’s coming down the stairs
And the hurricane of her eyes
Willed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime -
12. Dreamt for Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain
(instrumental)
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