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This track was recorded in a stairwell of a parking garage
lyrics
A Poem
I was a bare pine in your winter wash.
You were falling continuous and gentle,
I stood root stubborn.
You were falling to cover my crucifix cross,
all my past growths and tries and fails and deaths all held up.
But your snow never stuck to branch bottoms,
in the same way your love won’t cover
the hate that makes my hate.
I was a forest fire trying my best be the sun.
But you were a star and I was a flame
and I’d die out soon enough.
I was burning alive, you were burning alive, we burning to die.
But when you die its beauty
when I die its ash.
I was a bare pine in a gravel lot,
you could find me praying for some self aware snowflake to find mine crossed.
You know unique like all the rest
but conscious of it.
The kind that froze and stuck when all the others melted.
Well, is that what trust is?
But you can never take anything back.
You can never take anything back.
I saw your mouth say things that your mind never had.
I saw your hands do things that you mind never had.
You can never take anything back.
Is that what trust is when you look back?
I watched grace pull a man’s spine right out of his back.
I watched grace pull this hatchet right out of my back.
credits
from These Means Are My Ends,
released January 30, 2015
Performance by Jedidiah Crook
Recording by Jeffrey Francoeur
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