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Up On Hellfire Ridge

from Up On Hellfire Ridge by Head Clouds

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We can smell burning flesh on the wind
Acrid smoke in a neat column up on Hellfire Ridge
We'd be crushed if they found us, if they did
In the beech hollows clinging to our servant's skin

My spirits weak
You have the will of a demon
We are the cattle drove
Not yet bleating for their mercy
Sapped of the strength I had
Nothing outward can inspire
I am the blooming flower
Cut off at the stem

When morning comes, feel a little better
When nothing lunges at me
I can smile without conviction
You are standing on the hill
Where the trees are sparser
There diffused light covers you
And that is the way you like it

Back to the town
Only ruin to admire
All of the people there
Are silenced forever
You knew the name of each one
Gaunt faces in a plume
Caught on their journey into nothing
By the morning sun

We cut down the greatest pines
Just the two of us
It took all our strength and more
To haul them from the basin
They stand erect and silver-capped
By the glistening road
Black wire strung-up overhead
Sagging lower through the years

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from Up On Hellfire Ridge, released November 18, 2014

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