Tilt To The Maythorn Songtext
von Aaron McMullan
Tilt To The Maythorn Songtext
Tilt to the Maythorn, come hornpipes and drums
It′s three that I see dancing on the dunes
Three it is or four but it's no more than four
Woken in the rumbling of her womb
Three or four it is that dances there within her
And all down her spine, there are names, some are mine
There are things in her fingers that sing
And all round her neck hang the hours and times
And stars cross the scars on her wings
Raising her horn for those twisted and torn
Who′ve been wrenched from their shape, hauled so far from their form
And emptied of all but the needing to mourn
It's three or four that calls to them that grieve
Three or four that nears the nurses' station
And all around′s all what the fuck′s he taken
And there are things that's running to and from me
And all the air is tearing oh where is he
The black rock the black sand the stone bruised with sleep
The want in them haunting their stride
Right hands sewn shut with the silence they keep
Left with the deaths they have died
And shadows all fallen in strips bout her feet
Oh the glow from below oh the reek of the heat
The shells on her shoulders, the welt on her breast
The sirens, the shouts in the street
Is there a shawl for me and those that′s like me
Is there a silence can be hung upon me
Is there a time that I can say is my time
Is there a time for me and those that's like me
It′s late December 2018 and I have been emptied now of everything
Since shortly after one
I'm aching in my heart for what I′ve done
And I am sorry for the thing that I have done
For what I've done
Now it's let me see my son
That′s my fucking son that′s shrouded there and let me see him
Late December 2018 and any time that's ever been is all the time will ever be
Across the ward a veil is drawn
And tangled in the folds, the ones I love are old in ways that I will never be
And in the hum of things that′s there
There behind the screen
It's 2018
And there is only the collapsing
The collapsing by the bed
What′s he taken what's he done let me see my fucking son
And it′s 2018 and I am sorry, I am sorry for this thing that I have done
I am sorry for this thing that I have done
Ok you're sorry
So is everyone
It′s three that I see dancing on the dunes
Three it is or four but it's no more than four
Woken in the rumbling of her womb
Three or four it is that dances there within her
And all down her spine, there are names, some are mine
There are things in her fingers that sing
And all round her neck hang the hours and times
And stars cross the scars on her wings
Raising her horn for those twisted and torn
Who′ve been wrenched from their shape, hauled so far from their form
And emptied of all but the needing to mourn
It's three or four that calls to them that grieve
Three or four that nears the nurses' station
And all around′s all what the fuck′s he taken
And there are things that's running to and from me
And all the air is tearing oh where is he
The black rock the black sand the stone bruised with sleep
The want in them haunting their stride
Right hands sewn shut with the silence they keep
Left with the deaths they have died
And shadows all fallen in strips bout her feet
Oh the glow from below oh the reek of the heat
The shells on her shoulders, the welt on her breast
The sirens, the shouts in the street
Is there a shawl for me and those that′s like me
Is there a silence can be hung upon me
Is there a time that I can say is my time
Is there a time for me and those that's like me
It′s late December 2018 and I have been emptied now of everything
Since shortly after one
I'm aching in my heart for what I′ve done
And I am sorry for the thing that I have done
For what I've done
Now it's let me see my son
That′s my fucking son that′s shrouded there and let me see him
Late December 2018 and any time that's ever been is all the time will ever be
Across the ward a veil is drawn
And tangled in the folds, the ones I love are old in ways that I will never be
And in the hum of things that′s there
There behind the screen
It's 2018
And there is only the collapsing
The collapsing by the bed
What′s he taken what's he done let me see my fucking son
And it′s 2018 and I am sorry, I am sorry for this thing that I have done
I am sorry for this thing that I have done
Ok you're sorry
So is everyone
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