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Bird Song of the Year
04:03
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Go to the banks,
give us news,
about our brother
he went with the troops.
In the water, look in the water
He had red boots.
He had red boots.
Black box, boots of power
I´m going to war
Those bastard black hawks
darling you´ll be earing good news
I´m gonna be the one they fear
I´m gonna be the man of the year
I´m gonna be the best thing of the year
And all the birds will be singing,
in the morning
And all the birds will be singing,
in the morning
Gaprindi Shavo Merskalo
The black hawks are coming
The black hawks are coming in
I found his body by the Alazani
Ruddy water, broken trees.
I went to his mouth and I eat his tongue
It lets me sing what he had sung
it´ll be the bird song of the year
it´ll be the best song
And all the birds will be singing,
in the mourning
And all the birds will be singing,
in the mourning
Gaprind shavo Merskalo
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2. |
A Burning
03:17
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How long before you go out,
How long before
How long before you solve this heart math?
How long before your next pot-latch?
How long before you get out of this act?
How long before you go out
So much smoke, it´s a burning
It´s a burning
How long before you give up what you´ve asked for?
How long before you go out?
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A thousand fenced churches
They´re lost in their profits,
It´s business as usual.
´We have the words,
We have the whole see,
We have the sun deep in our holy pews
And maybe they´re better off dead,
no need to worship the stones.
And I see them in the dark of my day
and they grow like marrow in my bones
A hundred torch bearers.
they´re storming the service
because theyve been fooled.
They break down the doors,
they see the blood and the whores.
Forgive them because they know not what they do
And maybe they´re better off dead,
no need to worship the stones.
And I see them in the dark of my day
and they grow on my bones
And when I´m afraid
I call the names.
Make no mistake
they´re not to blame
I have the eyes.
I have the breath.
I have this hunger in my chest.
Don´t sell methe eyes, sell the eyes
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Ó Tuama Dublin, Ireland
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