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Pastoral No. 4

from EP by Head Clouds

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Drive the mountain road
Past each calling stone
At every foothill lay your head

In every recess crawl
Through every boarded door
Into the open where as the day lasts
Find a level plain and cast
You're tired and unseeing eyes on a scene past

Ply the trades of old
Let all their skills take hold
It is water in your hands

Pour out the callous tones
Splinter each branch you've grown
Shatter the mirrors in your path strode

See your new visions glow
And accept their horror
As your new gleaming hope
Fit with nothing you have known
An old terroir displaced

As you find your severed limbs
Out there on the salt flats
You are whole then once again
But that is an empty promise

I'll be laying low
For the summer years
I need the taste
Of ash on my tongue
That the colder winds
Call up from off the pyre

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from EP, released April 23, 2015

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