now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you're a big brown bull button up and button down now grim pilgrim he c . . .
now is the end of the gentilepluck aeolian harp my childbeyond the lust of this momentthin as a pine slatit does no good to call you mineyou're a big brown bullbutton up and button downnow grim pilgrimhe come aroundas he . . .
Ain't no sunshine when she's goneIt's not warm when she's awayAin't no sunshine when she's goneShe's gone much too longAny time she goes awayAin't no sunshine when she's goneWonder if she's gone to stayAin't no sunshine . . .
it's always cold when she's away ain't no sunshine when she's gone she's always gone too long any time she goes away ain't no sunshine when she's gone in this house just ain't my home any time she goes away . . .
it's always cold when she's awayain't no sunshine when she's goneshe's always gone too longany time she goes awayain't no sunshine when she's gonein this house just ain't my homeany time she goes awayI knowyeah, I know I . . .
do tellhow isthe little pilgrims progressdoes he endeavour to perservereclose mantled to knives and kissesjust likewhen you were herewhat little he hadfrom him it was takenfor in the small things he could not be trusteda . . .
My anger is a storm with no rain Thoughts take you away again And when you leave me where do you go Already I've forgotten that you wait for me At the end of my thoughts I twist and turn Myself a knot You remain in this . . .
thy will be donehere on this highwayin every house and field I prayall in meekness yieldaided by wantamong stranger peopleto disgrace so soon I've comedrift like sleepinto the hotel montanalay low for thy names sakeel ma . . .
She floats in air In these three ways You know You know The road does not trust me to keep Beneath the bushes The three of us asleep Go into the Lord's house And go in a mile The world will bow The knees will be broken f . . .
shake sleep wool and glass hung on nails here and there wails the wall I pass in you alone in you alone there is no harm in you alone your sound in a picture frame your burlap silken scarf right hand stares down t . . .
shake sleepwool and glasshung on nailshere and therewails the wall I passin you alonein you alonethere is no harmin you aloneyour soundin a picture frameyour burlap silken scarfright hand stares down the leftI wish to kn . . .
Down in yon forest there stands a hall Bells of paradise I hear them ring It's gilded all over with purple and pall And I love my Lord Jesus above anything Down in that hall there lay a bed Voices of heaven here in my he . . .
deeply shaken see I come that wayill at ease in my own skinI hum along to the down home dronedown in my soul to stayain't gonna listen to my own noiseeven though I love the soundit come back hollow on hollowwhen it come . . .
Behind a door Hand to face Conscience is the wound His hand for me a sovereign tone I pray him come I pray him soon There's a wolf in the piano On the white keys Teeth on the back Dry bones under animal skin am I No tear . . .
what are you aboutsay something secretin an old order hushtrouble and suffering in a lovely rhythma homespun clapboard blackstrap thrushdevoted loyalundertake the toilbeware of what come naturalundertake the spoilin a fi . . .
the morning comesI've not yet closed my eyescold and bright as I need itthe sun does risethese were my thoughts as Ipassed neath your windowsaw you through stained glasswith only one eyehide me in your handwith the mothe . . .
the morning comescold and bright as I need itthe morning comesno one asked any questionsfor fear that I might answercold and bright as I need itthe morning comeshide me in your handwith the mother of my childrenthe morni . . .
You seek a vision To get your hardened hearts to beat I cannot see in this light I cannot think in this heat Fingers on glass and a singing horn The oldest peacock ever born On the wind come back to me Close so I can hea . . .
The color has left you No your colors fall For her no one dreams I've made a covenant with my eyes All lust lashes out When do I blink my love Blink on illusion On this warm bed of feathers my dove Already gone I never h . . .
Holy king cause my skin to crawl Away from every evil thing In a cotton mouth in a cotton mouth Quick across the water bring Your hand speak of a broken door handle Of thoughts and deeds a little bird sings A little bird . . .
shook out my salvationin all four corners of my roomlowly is the dusttrustworthy the broomwhite ladygrowlin on a chainpeacock caw the sound of my lover's namethe tone was pure and played on gutfrom your birdhouse aflamey . . .
I am nothing withouthis ghost withinand all your wooden eyes cannot seethe good hand upon meI took my shelter neath a familyre treeim livin where I come fromI am I am my fathers sonsee the good handsee what the good hand . . .
I long to be with God on his mind and behind her laughter Circle the block, come back and tell me You took the words he painted by heart Right out of my hand Like the scrawl We scratch the screen and all Do as we want ye . . .
Only his shadow stands by him But then come dark and desert him Look he bares his arms All our words rhyme with guilt tonight The love of him is law He bares his arms Faithful the wounds of a friend Broken down is the ri . . .
Nothing in this world Gives me a reason to doubt I want into him of my flesh I want out I have been given to follow the sun Forever round the throne Forever round the throne Listen Judgement will not be avoided by your u . . .
these thoughts of youthey are a gift the smell of you on the winds due shift behind a chosen curtain I'm set adrift the talk of you still on my lips you come from another place in my chest golden brown and wooden burled . . .
we hit the floorjust like her blue silk slipdark puritan roseto the curve ofher hipI did not knowit was too muchtoo much for me to handleto be shown to the heart of the matterby your holy candlethe clank of your second h . . .
medicine tounge and a heavy handtogether made a fistthey put me down and i do not riseand now as an old childI'll hand it downI'll hand it downthen blow aroundsee me blow aroundjust like dirty paperI crossed my mindahead . . .
medicine tounge and a heavy handtogether made a fistthey put me down and I do not riseand now as an old childI'll hand it downI'll hand it downthen I blow aroundsee me blow aroundjust like dirty papermedicine tounge and . . .
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