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This one has been sitting around for a while. I finally got some satisfactory vocals down for it, so I figured...why not?
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The Hills Last Night
You came from the hills last night and told me you’d been born,
Smiles tattered, torn,
Skin lathered, worn,
Breath pumped in steam from bodies that you hadn’t time to mourn.
You came from the hills last night with birds still in your eyes,
Your vine-layered thighs,
Your migrant cries,
You carved yourself from moss to travel iridescent skies.
You have been battered by the hoarfrost,
Cajoled to foray into rain,
You have been battered into your love,
Distended by the vacant plains.
Your heart will molt its coats by morning,
A voiceless autumn in your ear,
These hooded cities been contorting
Round the contours of your fears – I’m crying; you won’t ever come back.
You came from the hills with olive leaves caught on your clothes,
Fed fresh from snows,
Aflood with crows –
You paced the foothills endlessly, mapped winter as it rose.
You came from the hills last night and painted what you saw:
The land rubbed raw,
Its listless jaws:
You laid your body in its ruts and melted with the thaw.
You came from the hills last night and told me you’d been born,
Smiles tattered, torn,
Skin lathered, worn,
Breath pumped in steam from bodies that you hadn’t time to mourn.
You came from the hills last night with birds still in your eyes,
Your vine-layered thighs,
Your migrant cries,
You carved yourself from moss to travel iridescent skies.
You have been battered by the hoarfrost,
Cajoled to foray into rain,
You have been battered into your love,
Distended by the vacant plains.
Your heart will molt its coats by morning,
A voiceless autumn in your ear,
These hooded cities been contorting
Round the contours of your fears – I’m crying; you won’t ever come back.
You came from the hills with olive leaves caught on your clothes,
Fed fresh from snows,
Aflood with crows –
You paced the foothills endlessly, mapped winter as it rose.
You came from the hills last night and painted what you saw:
The land rubbed raw,
Its listless jaws:
You laid your body in its ruts and melted with the thaw.
alackbass
By far your best melodic theme on the guitar. I like the harmonica. I would have liked to hear more from it. Of course I always enjoy your lyrics.