1.Turning Away
above a frozen plain a dirty cloud is rearing up
and we wolves can only watch
of all these falling lights the brightest ones are scarring up
and scars you cannot change
all of us still standing must learn to leap up without landing
and quicken on the wind
when they're calling
lets not follow
then you'll see us
turning away
when they're calling
lets not follow
then you'll see us
turning away
can't hold up this world alone, can't tear down this world alone
never find a fucking home this my skin is what I own
broken glass and broken legs have no cup
with which to beg no shelter from the caustic rain sidewalk
sleepers gutter lain
and what matters now is not myself its something else
its to hold the candle still
2.Catherine's Wheel
I feel as though I've lost a limb because I cannot walk I'll
swim
cut this knot beneath my throat
bequeathed a plastic gem of hope which only melted in the sun
leave me to rock upon the waves of this chlorine water maze,
having none
dark as the ocean deep in the ghostland
keys were stolen from the guards broke our fingers in the bars
broken on the wheel
caught with an extra crust of bread, golden teeth from off the
dead
just a trespass from the tents on the wrong side of the fence
digging trenches with a spade badly shined the captain's boot
a simple enough deception from which there's scarce protection
if we'd been manufactured could we tell？
3.Lucasville
cracked a whisper from within the spine
to give a signal to the other side
this house of god holds a traitor
whose missing hands ar eleft untied
cross the keyhole cross the latches
cross every line that divides the factions
unstrap the bomb from your chest
we're smart enough to get away from them
we'll find fight to struggle for another day
when the fall of the gate seems a lifetime away
body by the judge will get sent out to riverhead
is the blame still not lay when the bail has been set
and the judges at home just asleep in their beds
cross the keyhole cross the latches
cross every line that divides the factions
unstrap the bomb from your chest
we're smart enough to get away from them
we'll find fight to struggle for another day
when the fall of the gate seems a lifetime away
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
the convict race now still resides in lucasville
4.All Turning Backs In The Meadow And Wait While Bones Are Thrown
5.To The Barricades!
Unconscious of echoing tragedy we line up to join the parade
but our elbows are stuck in the mud again and our houses have
all flown away
there's a song that we've thrown from corpse to corpse
in the fleshed that we carry with us
it's written in caches of serpentine in tunnels and grey pigeons
nests
who do you turn to？
treads of the tank searchlight the street
scratched of the lists ash and the heat
throwing the kitchen knives off of the roof
but when they look up to the house-tops there's no one to shoot
treads of the tank searchlight the street
scratched of the lists ash and the heat
but w broke through the curfew and into the street
if we let them take anything they'll take everything
they laughed when my aunt won the lottery
they laughed when the cattle cars came
they shot me for stealing a crust of bread
but they gave me a loaf when I begged
6.William
there is no water here
there is no water here
keep quiet and quiet
for lack of a name in the english tongue they called him william
by the day of the month by the month of the year thats how they
named him
in a withered room
by the bricks of saint catherine
there is no water here
there is no water here
7.The Helm Of Ned Kelly
like a fist clutching bread just to hoard and withhold
like the grain that they locked in the silo
we'll be eating soup of stone til what we grow is what we own,
but we won't steal from the land what's freely given
tear up the deeds to the land, throw the debts into the furnace,
debts to god to the banks and to the landlord
don your armor don your helm, which was forged from an old plows
blade
train your horses round and aim your guns at Sydney
I was born from a seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
from the lips and the tongue of ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black
kettle
in the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
down their lying in the brush was one bloody tethered horse,
and one detective in the service of the crown
even theough we're just one pistol against an army of policemen
I insist that we are many and they are few
I was born from a seed that was swallowed by a mad woman
from the lips and the tongue of ceridwen
I had took just a taste that had splashed up from the black
kettle
in the waves neither drowned nor aged a day
It was on Van Dieman's land where your father came in transport
chained like cattle to the deck of a ship
held hostage in a word, stolen from the shores of erin
south australia bound in bondage of the queen's men
8.Crumbs
crumbs from the table have fallen so few
so not to catch an eye
reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees
to gather before before the broom
what is left amongst the spire
that is as tall as the lowest cloud you could reckon the height
of
hanging on a branch here every time (though never fell so far)
from which we lift these blistered hands only to curse
the families get nothing but porridge of maize
and shacks at the end of farms
cash crops commissioned to pay of the debt
and poisoned on the job
driving the mules to death in the wheat
then leaving us follow with leather to eat
buried their sabers in the field and sharpen bayonets
9.Snare
like those clever traps a bit of wire a rusty barb
I've seen some people set and never check for prey
there are tripwires in the righteous sneers of some of us
in their boots they carry the seeds of all those vines they cut
in the papers of the pigs and the whispers of the kids there was
one word
feels like this room is getting small, we're only talking to the
walls
take heed, warning, whisper, not me
take heed, warning, whisper, not me
this is just snare and snarl, raccoon blood and kerosene
a wasted feeling, eating paper like a trick
by this threadbare chord held together so we're connected
tightly but only just
in the papers of the pigs and the whispers of the kids there was
one word
feels like this room is getting small, we're only talking to the
walls
feels like this room is getting small, soon there will be no
room at all
10.Ensemble Suicide
burning down the days, let me count the ways
calling up the waste, so what the fuck
the breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for
eyes and all
winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of
hours
cash in the cockle shells
bite the copper coin and run
im stealing back
a ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut
im stealing back
and padlock held you can't go back the way you came
If I could make them run I'd run them
11.Old One Eye
when hung from this tree
'til the color left me
for the weight of the spear
and no water near
by a starry pool
where I fare to try
two ravens flew down
and I left with one eye
12.Conquest Of Bread
wide eyes under water salt burns them open
keep hold of the rope keep on looking
crumbs from the table kept us diving under
but there's nothing left in the ocean
pull in the rope
half drowned and wet holding nothing
chocking on hope
the hands down our throats are such kind ones
its the heaviest load but that's not my cross to carry
empty bottle hands and they hold nothing
cut these cobweb chains for they hold nothing
toss some silver across to me a lead life ring to throw the
drowning
stopped halfway to the falling gate a lead life ring to throw
the drowning
cook sold the meals exchanged it for a horse
which was carried for miles by the small ones
crippled of fingers stealing a crust of bread
make for the door hiding something
leaving our hope
replaced with self hating and loathing
choking on dope
the wine down our throats keeps us silent
tell me what you are hiding from
its dark in here I'd rather not say
13.A Rat In My Dream
To delete the process running my life
All that's left is to sharpen the knife
Cut the rope that binds our legs
Separate the kings from their own heads
It is time to spit at the air
Wash the dried blood from our hair
Stitch one another back together
What care we for the wind and weather
Don't say your prayers
Don't cast your vote
Get the predators hands from around your throat
Saw threw the tendons
Throw down the yoke
Turn off the gas before we choke
14.Path Of Raven
my spine a walking cane
my crumbling clothes and broken road
carved with wheel marks in the mud
down the neck of the hills
chased the croak of scavenger birds
street corner to street corning dragging
cast out by the innkeeper go from here
grasp the handle of the pushcart
to drive it across the crowd
how far to throw them so not to know them
a colorless procession
except for the flags they never cease to wave
but when they cross my path I walk the other way
where the magpie sings us a car alarm
pulled up by a starling flock once again
from gathering parchment from the lack bottom
to dry off under the fire escape
in caverns of entrance ways or anywhere there
I'm laying to hide the sleep in rain
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