Levi The Poet - Infirmary (A Time To Plant And A Time To Pluck Up What Is Planted) lyrics
[Levi The Poet - Infirmary A Time To Plant And A Time To Pluck Up What Is Planted lyrics]
You can build a firm foundation
On everything you own
But those hands cannot claim
Their craftsmanship without
The builder of their bones behind
Every builder is a builder built
Out of mortar and stone, and
That dust can construct a house
That creaks and groans
But he cannot make it a home
Well I’ve been searching for a plot of land
To put my hand to the plow
I’ve got a lot of friends out there
That say it’s all about the south
Well, Georgia was gorgeous until
I hit Oregon
So I don’t know about that now!
But, I’ve been searching for
Answers to questions
That have yet to be answered
Or maybe just yet to be found
I’ve got a newfound friend in
North Carolina i sat on
Her back porch for a week and a half
And smoked
Cigarettes with her mom she stared
Down at that cancer stick
In her mouth as she packed
Her next round, said
"It helps me think better"
"Well ma’am, my problem is that
I think too much
And all of this chain smoking leads
To chains of thought that I
Can’t turn off – now how can
You help me with that?"
But, I’m finally getting to
Quitting smoking cigarettes
Two years after the two packs
Of 27s that I talked about two
Years ago in my poems
And yet there are rolling hills
Just south of San Francisco
Where 580 intersects with the aqueduct
And my last match could set a
Fire ablaze and leave the
Valley looking like my lungs and I’d stand on
The side of highway and watch it burn
Watch it light up the sky (burn)
Watch it burn like the fire that you
Said you saw in my eyes
It burns for you! I met a man
Who said he knew that passion, too
But he’s got coals
In his eyes where the light burned out: he
Scared that he’s the one who doused it
It’s something he’s always thinking about!
You can see it
In his countenance – you can see
It in his doubt –
You can see it in his temper when he tries to
Let the pressure out he shouts:
"When it comes time for
You to settle down, make sure
That she’s the one
Cause, I’ve got a wife in a
House my kids call their home
But they don’t know what we’ve become" And
He smiles and it looks like
Sadness: says he still loves
The Lord, but he’s wondering
Where the time goes
And if the Lord loves him anymore
Just down the street from
His apartment building
Is a house that weeps for
Him we, friends that called it a
Home and invited everybody in, singing
"Solace! We are a broken family!"
(Oh! So at least we all know
That we’re not alone) AT LEAST
We can sing with sincerity! "solace!"
We are a honest home!"
(Singing out of the dust we came
Come: weathered temporary HOUSES THAT
Creak and groan)
(She steps out the back door)
Puts away her keys
Makes her way past the gargoyles guarding her
Porch from the street: she’s
Got her rain boots
On! She saves them for days like these
Sings, "I hate this rainy
Weather!" She laughs and
She thinks of me she’s got her rain
Boots on: polka dotted pink
Against the leaves, sets
Her thoughts to thoughts of God, friendships
And family
Jesus! I drove to Joplin, Missouri
With mourning in
My bones and we all are decomposing houses
But I think you make us a
Home i am an accumulation of
Sticks and stones and words, and
As it were, I’m prone to wander, Lord I know
I’m prone to wander off on my own! Well
I’ve been searching for a plot of land
To plant my seed, and grow, but Great
Mystery, of all the places I’ve been
You’re the only peace I’ve ever known
So be it ever so humble, there’s no place
Like home, but home is not where the
Heart is, my heart is a home, and
Where you go: I will follow wHERE YOU
GO, I WILL FOLLOW! So, Solace
We are a broken family
(Oh! But at least we know that we’re not
Alone) At least we can sing with
Sincerity solace, we are an honest home
(Singing out of the dust we came
Come: weathered temporary houses that
Creak and groan)
"We are not afraid of the darkness!
There are cracks in every house
It’s not houses we’re
Worried about!" "We are not afraid of the
Darkness! There are imperfections
In our home, shadows in our souls!"
(And still:) "We are not afraid
Of the dark! There
Is no place for the lampshade that covered up
My heart!" "We are not afraid of the dark!
Matchless flames we matches made out of one
Single spark!"
We are not afraid of the dark
On everything you own
But those hands cannot claim
Their craftsmanship without
The builder of their bones behind
Every builder is a builder built
Out of mortar and stone, and
That dust can construct a house
That creaks and groans
But he cannot make it a home
Well I’ve been searching for a plot of land
To put my hand to the plow
I’ve got a lot of friends out there
That say it’s all about the south
Well, Georgia was gorgeous until
I hit Oregon
So I don’t know about that now!
But, I’ve been searching for
Answers to questions
That have yet to be answered
Or maybe just yet to be found
I’ve got a newfound friend in
North Carolina i sat on
Her back porch for a week and a half
And smoked
Cigarettes with her mom she stared
Down at that cancer stick
In her mouth as she packed
Her next round, said
"It helps me think better"
"Well ma’am, my problem is that
I think too much
And all of this chain smoking leads
To chains of thought that I
Can’t turn off – now how can
You help me with that?"
But, I’m finally getting to
Quitting smoking cigarettes
Two years after the two packs
Of 27s that I talked about two
Years ago in my poems
And yet there are rolling hills
Just south of San Francisco
Where 580 intersects with the aqueduct
And my last match could set a
Fire ablaze and leave the
Valley looking like my lungs and I’d stand on
The side of highway and watch it burn
Watch it light up the sky (burn)
Watch it burn like the fire that you
Said you saw in my eyes
It burns for you! I met a man
Who said he knew that passion, too
But he’s got coals
In his eyes where the light burned out: he
Scared that he’s the one who doused it
It’s something he’s always thinking about!
You can see it
In his countenance – you can see
It in his doubt –
You can see it in his temper when he tries to
Let the pressure out he shouts:
"When it comes time for
You to settle down, make sure
That she’s the one
Cause, I’ve got a wife in a
House my kids call their home
But they don’t know what we’ve become" And
He smiles and it looks like
Sadness: says he still loves
The Lord, but he’s wondering
Where the time goes
And if the Lord loves him anymore
Just down the street from
His apartment building
Is a house that weeps for
Him we, friends that called it a
Home and invited everybody in, singing
"Solace! We are a broken family!"
(Oh! So at least we all know
That we’re not alone) AT LEAST
We can sing with sincerity! "solace!"
We are a honest home!"
(Singing out of the dust we came
Come: weathered temporary HOUSES THAT
Creak and groan)
(She steps out the back door)
Puts away her keys
Makes her way past the gargoyles guarding her
Porch from the street: she’s
Got her rain boots
On! She saves them for days like these
Sings, "I hate this rainy
Weather!" She laughs and
She thinks of me she’s got her rain
Boots on: polka dotted pink
Against the leaves, sets
Her thoughts to thoughts of God, friendships
And family
Jesus! I drove to Joplin, Missouri
With mourning in
My bones and we all are decomposing houses
But I think you make us a
Home i am an accumulation of
Sticks and stones and words, and
As it were, I’m prone to wander, Lord I know
I’m prone to wander off on my own! Well
I’ve been searching for a plot of land
To plant my seed, and grow, but Great
Mystery, of all the places I’ve been
You’re the only peace I’ve ever known
So be it ever so humble, there’s no place
Like home, but home is not where the
Heart is, my heart is a home, and
Where you go: I will follow wHERE YOU
GO, I WILL FOLLOW! So, Solace
We are a broken family
(Oh! But at least we know that we’re not
Alone) At least we can sing with
Sincerity solace, we are an honest home
(Singing out of the dust we came
Come: weathered temporary houses that
Creak and groan)
"We are not afraid of the darkness!
There are cracks in every house
It’s not houses we’re
Worried about!" "We are not afraid of the
Darkness! There are imperfections
In our home, shadows in our souls!"
(And still:) "We are not afraid
Of the dark! There
Is no place for the lampshade that covered up
My heart!" "We are not afraid of the dark!
Matchless flames we matches made out of one
Single spark!"
We are not afraid of the dark