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When the Walls Fall

by The Weave and the Weft

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1.
watery grave 02:43
2.
If you took me from the rat race would I even last a day out there? I’d stumble blinking from the labyrinth, out into the road and under a bus So before you liberate me, think on this: I was raised in captivity and my blackened lungs would choke on the clean air and jones for the smog and the smoke When are you going to get over yourself? Stop letting things chase you like that and spook you like some lame horror film victim, stop giving in to the phantoms But I’ve always been afraid, scared even to step out my front door so they took me and carried me bodily, and I kicked and screamed, scratched and struggled
3.
I pray the rain will come and wash the pollen from the air and lay the wand’ring souls to rest in the bosom of the earth and calm the carnal carnival floating by drunk on the sap, on the season, sharing my bed Now they’re in me, and they’re the boss of me now always in the corner of my eye, sharp like splintered glass For as a boy I had shunned the shires and the meadowland I did not know then how I jilted a friend and now they claw inside me, blind me, and madden me seed sown in the sky brings tears to my eyes Now they’re in me, and they’re the boss of me now always in the corner of my eye, I’ll get no sleep again tonight
4.
Storywise songbird, I hope your song will be sung by your grandchildren. Hungry tired wolf, you got to do what you do for to feed your young. Weed and grass grow through my ribcage, wethers tramp and graze by my bones, cloven hooves glance off my temples, while the gambolling lambs, they haven’t a care Dark-tinted girlfriend, can’t you offer some solutions, don’t just paint it black. Discontent companion, won’t you just take it easy one night out of nine.
5.
It’s only two shakes of a lamb’s tail since I first crept in here and it’s already time I should be moving on All I’m asking for is a quick breather but this rich man’s posse don’t play that way Tear me limb from limb, scrub from now till doomsday still you’ll never wash the blood away Hound me to my grave, tear it open, desecrate it you give no quarter then expect it in return Wear my pelt as a scarf, carve trinkets from my bones still you’re ugly as sin outside and in Have your fun while you can, you coward with your lynch mob you’ll spend eternity running like the wretch you are
6.
awayday 02:24
I saw young peacocks strutting, showing off their feathers, while the bikers in their leathers went bombing down to Brighton. Where, wearing bespoke-tailored breeches, the mods fought them on the beaches, as on any other day on the English Riviera. As love and life conspire to take your youth right down to the air you breathe and every day a piece of you dies. So you spend your nights on streets in fights you barely walk away from and when you wake up in the rain don't be so surprised now even the sky seems to despise you, you who are no more a young peacock strutting showing off your feathers to the peahens hid in the heather, who fall back on feminine discretion, and with a face like sodden turf, downtrodden, sunken, wet and hummocked you walk the long walk back home no longer trusting the cracks in the river ice.
7.
Now the sky is fallen in and there is no shelter left in this scarred and ragged hinterland And I huddle in the waste of ash and snowdrifts a land left for dead, its ribs jut out through eroded hillsides And there’s a devil on the bluff, he peers through the dusky day scans the charcoaled earth for refugees Like seldom sheafs of wheat in a sea of husks, of chaff threshed by a stubborn hand and ground to dust by a heavy millstone I’ll wait for the stars to fade, then I’ll lay her down to sleep in the bosom of the early morn And then one day I’ll fall through a hole in the net and I’ll end up a bum, down on my luck And sound the faintest of cries, would you even notice? as thin as these walls and floors have always been When they take from me my home like it never really was mine to call my own The day it all goes to shit, and I go down too, a wreck on the deck of a scuttled old hulk When it finally happens, when the walls will all fall, my body will be buried till my bones are naked and bare
8.
black moon 02:39
Hare looked up and spied the moon, a crescent thin as gossamer The kittens’ bright young eyes lit up, its like they’d never seen Beneath a black moon I will hide my skin, down in the earth far from the eyes of men Under leaves and sky I will raise my kin, and there I’ll lie down when my time is done Hind legs thumped on earthen drum, the warren hummed, an old head growled “Beware younglings, lest you misread the warning in the heavens.”

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released January 1, 2010

All songs written, recorded and mixed by Hugh Tweedie.
Thanks to David F. Drost for curating.

Dendron Records 2011
DDR025

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