Junior Brother - Greet the Groud lyrics
[Junior Brother - Greet the Groud lyrics]
Light was bare across the bog
As autumn air withdrew
Yarn and figbit's scattered
In the wind as well
The way in which the sparrows fell
In to their nettle roosts
The yews pursued but could
Not catch their eggs
So the leaves they curled open
About me like burning muscle, as I
Thought I caught a glimpse of
Shadows crawling over the fog
Like a quiet cankerworm
Sliding underneath skin
The following adage began to run
Around my mind -
Hell's roof is God's ground and
God's ground is mine
I cast the roach I inhaled
Back into a passing creek
I locked into it's current
Before I could find the key
They'd me stretched, frenzied, bollocksed
Spasming like spastic fish
With your supper of milk and
Double whiskey and red
To roll my eyeballs 'round
Lain long, birdsong lain long, bird
He's making for the sliding dunes
He melts with the new harvest
Flocking flies approaching for his
Body's not yet compost
Regurgitating heather so that
Only muck remains sliding to the hills from
Whence he first came
The heft of a bull smothered in larvae
A lucid flight of morning rain uh
Rises and cries and pelts us
Rolling winds about the stables
From the cobbles come
Endless ends of jarvey rope will
Twist like Indian weed
Whipping only wind and not
A horse's smalls again it certainly
Is a sight to see a million hatchlings outed
Dripping from the trees amidst the
Smell of sizzling crust
There's not a yew in Aghadoe
Could catch the falling slop
It comes between the twigs
To greet the ground
It comes between the twigs
To greet the ground
Now I know, I know what was that sound
Made me twist my bones and turn around
Lain long, birdsong
As autumn air withdrew
Yarn and figbit's scattered
In the wind as well
The way in which the sparrows fell
In to their nettle roosts
The yews pursued but could
Not catch their eggs
So the leaves they curled open
About me like burning muscle, as I
Thought I caught a glimpse of
Shadows crawling over the fog
Like a quiet cankerworm
Sliding underneath skin
The following adage began to run
Around my mind -
Hell's roof is God's ground and
God's ground is mine
I cast the roach I inhaled
Back into a passing creek
I locked into it's current
Before I could find the key
They'd me stretched, frenzied, bollocksed
Spasming like spastic fish
With your supper of milk and
Double whiskey and red
To roll my eyeballs 'round
Lain long, birdsong lain long, bird
He's making for the sliding dunes
He melts with the new harvest
Flocking flies approaching for his
Body's not yet compost
Regurgitating heather so that
Only muck remains sliding to the hills from
Whence he first came
The heft of a bull smothered in larvae
A lucid flight of morning rain uh
Rises and cries and pelts us
Rolling winds about the stables
From the cobbles come
Endless ends of jarvey rope will
Twist like Indian weed
Whipping only wind and not
A horse's smalls again it certainly
Is a sight to see a million hatchlings outed
Dripping from the trees amidst the
Smell of sizzling crust
There's not a yew in Aghadoe
Could catch the falling slop
It comes between the twigs
To greet the ground
It comes between the twigs
To greet the ground
Now I know, I know what was that sound
Made me twist my bones and turn around
Lain long, birdsong