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I crumpled all my clothes and to the floor I threw them and turned right back to you. My rotten softwood fence my sagging hydro line all of it is mine. The mice come in at night in the muddy streetlight shine see the hulking brown skyline all of it is mine.
is like and old home, With new paint in walls rotten, with Fresh Latex in the softwoods and Curtains Fake on the windows broken! (Rah...) My life is a fake... My life is a fake... My life is a fake...
The hedge witch knows things that you don’t know her connection with green nature is so strong and the peasants don't know who protects their weak souls Tender leaves, poisoned roots silver knife, softwood windcaller, who know the truth
Can't you see the white ash falling Hear the tender voices calling The budding leaves, the colour of their hallows The gentle sound of the violet swallows The rose is red beside the woodland bowers Where we spent our many childhood hours Long were the nights, sweet was the pleasure In those many days of leisure Can't you smell the softwood burning Hear the sounds of the children stirring The sweetness of the air, the chill of the water The hanging moon as the days grow longer The rose is red beside the woodland bowers Where we spent our many childhood hours Long were the nights, sweet was the pleasure In those many days of leisure Can't you feel the red sun burning Hear the waves on the shorling lapping The blackbirds cry from her roost in the meadow The long—tipped grass, the moving shadows The rose is red beside the woodland bowers Where we spent our many childhood hours Long were the nights, sweet was the pleasure In those many days of leisure
Randy brings a symbol when a gun would do the job He's always checkin' numbers while his family's being robbed Randy comes from south of where the people are alive Randy walks into the mall with oxen and a scythe Randy holds degrees from several online schools of thought He's never been legitimate though he once gave it a shot Randy holds the keys to open nothingness for good Randy knows that everything is made of softwood Randy isn't sorry, he won't rehabilitate He won't admit there's innocence or guilt or heaven's gate Randy is above, so far that he is underneath Randy makes a living off of recycled belief Randy has a dog but it doesn't have a name He doesn't have to call it, it just comes when he's ashamed Randy poured himself into a life that couldn't hold Randy split the sides and then got busy getting old Randy was uncomfortable but then he thought it out He was once perfected but he found an escape route Randy rides a horse so big it cannot be denied Randy has a truthful lie branded on his side Randy was a smoker 'till he gave it up again He could not commit, even to that kind of thing Randy doesn't know it but he soon will be replaced Randy's gonna find out what it's like to be erased Randy's never troubled when he's cancelled and denied Randy holds his head up underwater, chained and tied Randy has a secret that can burn without a flame Nothing is the thing that can with certainty be claimed.
Heading Northeast out of the city into the woods Hunting waterfalls and finding river beds in shaded hills near where salmon run Hop the train tracks, just up and over the top of the falls There's a meadow there, top the valley, pass the bottle around 'til the count Take me back, once again Amongst the evergreens and the softwoods of this eastern air Singing old songs and trading memories, long before the changing leaves and the dark Moon is rising, there's Whiskey and Waylon in the air Pounding Johnny's Drum, made down Noah's mill, but we're sitting here on Rowans Creek Take me back, once again Take me back, once again Up the river to that red tinned roof That old farm house just up over from the river bend Singing out those old songs "Bright lights and good timing friends" With Whiskey & Waylon, I'm always easy to stand
I used to lose myself in noise Played every part, changed every voice Smiled on cue, dimmed my own light So they’d feel warm, and I’d stay polite But the silence knew what I forgot And the forest held what I had not I wandered out to breathe again And found a version I hadn’t met then Leaves don’t lie, and skies don’t fake The wind knew every risk I’d take And in the still between the breeze I saw a mirror in the trees She looked like me, but freer still No weight to carry, no one to fill Eyes like rivers, calm but deep Heart unguarded, full of sleep She didn’t beg, she didn’t break She just stood there — wide awake And in her wild, I found my peace My truth reflected In the trees I thought I had to earn my worth By holding up the weight of Earth But moss and bark, they had no fear Of taking space or shedding years I sat beneath the tallest pine And let it tell me I was mine No roles to play, no stage to please Just soul and soil and sacred ease The sky turned gold, the world went hush I felt the Earth and didn’t rush The girl I buried took the lead And showed her face among the leaves She looked like me, but strong and wild A rebel’s heart, a softwood child No masks, no chains, no need to flee She bloomed in full For only me She didn’t fold, she didn’t fear She just stood there — crystal clear And in her roots, I found release My soul reflected In the trees I used to wonder who I’d be If I stopped shrinking to fit the scene Now I don’t wonder — I just breathe And let her speak Through every leaf She looks like me, and now I know That I don't owe, and I can grow With every breath, with every breeze She lives in me — The girl in the trees I found myself In the trees.
You live in a certain music you live in a certain charm You hear new possibilities that surprise and disarm You wait as the rhythm molds to your soul And you want to dance your fingers over fretboard and soundhole It's simply a box of wood with shapely curving grace Softwood over hard all internally braced The fingers play a neck that's long even for a giraffe Yet on any string they land they'll find a C, a D, an E and an F There are Gibsons and there're Taylors and there's Martins and there's Guilds And there are some wonderful small makers who will customize your build You live in a certain music you live in a certain charm You hear new possibilities that surprise and disarm You listen for the resonance that makes your insides whole And you want to dance your fingers to the rhythms of your soul
An old record without a sleeve Scratched and dirty, soaked with beer Pops and hisses like softwood on a fire But it makes me feel alive Track three makes me think of you Soft hair and pale eyes of blue Matches stitches on your summer dress Tangles me in warm redress I remember when we danced in the light of yard sale lamps Out on the lawn Beneath a sky of stars Our innocence off guard, At least discharged At the party by the lake You promised you’d never break But you folded like a chair Once the lure of new love appeared Now we’re running through the mire, imaginations like a forest fire Unafraid of dark Our torches without spark Our innocence off guard At least discharged Now I watch the record spin And shutter up those thoughts within And I let the feeling die Just like every other time I remember when we danced in the light of yard sale lamps Out on the lawn Beneath a sky of stars Our innocence off guard, At least discharged
(huh) Watch his body drop, I got racks, I'm Boy Scout, They ball, I got- I got shooters on the sidelines, they ball just like Kevin I get slime, to wipe his nose, all I see is hella snot I fell in love with the drugs, go home and call the plug Off the softwood like a snail, He still get hit with a slug Gang told me pick the phone up, Yeah, it's urgent He said that found the low, now my fingers urgin Drac get to twerkin, Hoes get to lurkin My bitch so bad, I might just get her Birkin
Bare feet up the ladder Salt on my fingers Still wet Driftwood steps Crooked and perfect You laugh "don't you dare look down" Shells lined on the windowsill Bucket full of half‑wet sand You trace hearts on the softwood floor They blur where the breeze blows in Treehouse by the shore Our little sandcastle in the sky Spring turned to summer in your eyes Treehouse by the shore We keep building higher every time Till the waves kiss our creations goodbye T-shirt hanging off your shoulder Skin glows in golden light Radio low in the corner Static tangled in the wind You lean out I lean in Hair stuck to your sun-warm cheeks You say "let's stay up here forever" Like forever's real and you mean it Like we really mean it This make believe
Some days I can't see through Other days it's magical It's colorful and real But it cuts a little still This love ain't easy but it's true Oh Colors crash into each another Sharp edge with every spin But the view still feels right Fragments scattered Put together I I like you Encased in softwood Carved with care From your past I'll take good care You gave it like a gift Thank you I couldn't take it But I keep it safe for both our sake Oh And I hold on For dear life I like you I like you I like you You Your heat is a kaleidoscope Beautiful fragile Gotta hold it close Twisting light through Broken glass I am glad you are back Like you, like you, like you Your Head So much pain but still we glow Every piece apart I know I see you, I am that mirror Wild and sharp I have your heart Yeah Your love's a kaleidoscope You flicker and shift While you are running fast Please don't stay While I slow you down My dear I can see your softer side Even though you try to hide But I see the truth you can't deny Colors mixed with history You're a fire My light, my guide Oh Beauty and fierce And with me you are free There's beauty when you're with me And I like you Oh Oh My kaleidoscope You gave it like a gift I couldn't take it But I keep it safe For both our sake Oh And I hold on for dear life Like you, like you, like you Oh Oh Your heat is a kaleidoscope Beautiful fragile gotta hold it close Twisting light through broken glass I am glad you are back Every piece apart I wanna know It's wild, it's sharp But I see hope Yeah Your love's a kaleidoscope Spin it left, spin it right Even shattered glass finds light And every turn shows something new But I keep finding more of you I can't accept it but I hold This wild, soft wood heart of gold Even if you fall apart You're still a work of fragile art My Yes please Oh Yeah Some days I can't see through But I keep turning just for you You are my Kaleidoscope
Sawtooth voice, cedar stands The scent of sawdust on a packed earth floor What's an open field to a stonewall man A dollar's weight in a dead end hand Shortleaf pine, fertile ground A watching wall cloud in a stormsick sky What's another whelp in a den of hounds Another thorn in a briar crown Abraham Abraham, where are your sons Abraham, where are your sons Hangman heart, hollow eyes A cloak of gun smoke from a long lost war What's another year in a brick wall life What's it take to live when the rest have died Abraham Abraham, where are your sons Abraham, now where are your sons Hardwood breaks, softwood bone A dormant fault line, a cease fire home What's another seed in a garden sown What a man will plant, the man must own Abraham Abraham, where are your sons?
Let that bill collector come to my block See what we show them, blah The government got all the people by the balls But when they lose the people, that's when the government falls Revolt by the coming folk, bringin' down the walls All we want from is us rightfully ours Citizens with guns that rise for the cause Put our hope in arms, leave the rest to the cause Cause it is what it is and not what it was Children of the revolution I can't sit back and watch the whole world burn We living on stimulus checks and taxes Returns a nd they take your ride back I'm breaking the softwood tickets For going five miles per hour over the speed limit God is my witness, time secret missions In the army they say be all that you can be You own enough to die for your country but not to buy a drink I'm so sick of the day, living this way Raise minimum wage Cause mothers are unable to feed their children today Damn ain't that a shame so let's fight to make it right Cause all we know is where we're from And that's the sickest side, United States of America Similar to that joke with classic characters, you know what I mean?
