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’Til Spring Lyrics by Historian Himself

Gather Bones

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He told his hands to grab the stag by its cold antlers
And haul it from the snow drift
Commanded his legs to drag it back to the cabin
Handled hatchet
'Til tinder split he kindled that ancestral magic

And the flames seem to speak
The hole beneath the snow, serpents sleep
Cold bundles in quiet slumber 'til spring

And as he gazed into the globe, he wondered if such creatures might dream
And with the heat warming his feet and thawing his frozen toes
He looked at those cold digits and he asked them
Would you rather starve boldly, or cowardly fatten
Drunk and laughin' on a tattered fragment of history
Never to be commended to the page
Cast away amidst dust motes and quiet ghosts
An instance within a statistical condition, one in seven billion
Not contributing to the wisdom
A collective vision blurred by division of individuals lost within rigidal rituals
Misinterpreting the words their old prophets wrote
You know how it goes
You plow your field just to kill your brother with a stone
And leave him for these crows, to these bones

Watch the big black birds
On dark-feathered flow
I came to watch them circle up upon the theremin

And she cried
All this strife
So we might die and lie as fertilizer on the slowly spreading roots of this tree of life
See their eyes, sincere fierce and fearful
Hear their cries echo a weary earful
Tired and cold, fires burnt low
And darkness threatenin' to swallow us whole
And let the shadows unfold
Disguised but far from dishonest
Deep skies
Countless stars in the cosmos speak truth through light
That traveled a thousand ages to finally fall upon us
And let my eyes drink deep
'Til slightly slanted seeds fill my skull while I sleep here beneath
Old heaven's endless
Finally touched the faith that didn't require a leap
Thereby elected to alter perspective
Set fire to whatever lies beneath the flesh with sort of a bizarre mix
A scientific spiritual arsonist
Who hardened his heart to death
So that even when there's only bones left
I can be that lone vulture still pickin' apart the carcasses

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