- 2nd 4th World War
For all those millmen who cut their teeth
Whose minds were made up on roof and feed
I'll come and I'll leave
Aching from a night in the city
It might ruin me now, but I'd probably already be ruined
For skin burned black with coal and grease
- Of Songs
PART I
We said we didn't trust a holy man who'd been holy all his life
And but for a single line
A distance bound by points
We watched as a body surrounded
A flickerin' light
And it shivered and it quavered as the wounded walk became the motion of
- Open Flame
cut away
cut through
the lightening bangs the thunder moves
Its calling for rain, now it was let loose
Its coming in waves and now a devil's come to root
This devil will lure you in a shower of gifts and a vote of confidence cast
and then complimented
lays to rest your most sordid sins
- Rosie
Be my woman gal I’ll
Be your Man (x3)
Everydays Sunday dollar in your hand
In your hand lordy, in your hand
Everydays Sunday dollar in your hand
Stick to the promise girl that
You made me (x3)
- Shanty Song
Fallow from the loss of sun
Fields turn into spoil
And sought along the arid plains
For food left in the soil
And all the mothers, fathers with,
Their water and their wood
Give life to an inheritor
Relieved not understood
- Shutters
Like water from a whale spout
The spraying veils its ground
What's dug inside the body
A black gasp bubbling out
Oh as the ocean is bled dry
A mountain is a mouth eating up the sky
Oh as the ocean is bled dry
- Weave Myself a Dress
The one whose shame is left too long
Is the one whose name is lost along the
Clear and shallow shore
A reflection in the water stays
The thing it grew upon is an ashen sail
No more
Turn straw to gold how can you hold