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Live at the Columbia City Theater, with the Foghorns and James Apollo

The Serpent Plume

It was a year of careful dreaming
It was a year beset by scorn
And as the year wore on, with all the wings withdrawn
We found ourselves awake

We never slept, we held our stations
Even still we played our parts
You are the serpent plume, and shiver certain doom
You stand alone and wait

We stood upon the fatal shore
You prayed for sleep, you wanted more
I ran from my dreams, I hid from the ghosts
I ran from the girls who hated me most

The yellow river is not Heaven
The yellow river tells no tales
You shed your city clothes for what the river knows
And now you’re soaking wet

Because we yearned to be together
Because you loved me more when torn
We spent our nights in prayer and filled the air
With vespers and our vows

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Let Me Be Your Bride

The kids call it karma
But the old folks say “Holy Ghost”
I am on your side, let me be your bride

Let me be your bride, let me wear your ring
Let me change the way you look at things
Offer me perfumes, let me in your room

Sometimes, when I felt like a martyr
I felt like a virgin again
Untrained by the ways of the vain, untouched by the burden and then

Because I was docile to the learning
And open to the yearning, I fell
Beneath the tears of these banquet years that we both know so well

First you were wounded
Which made your girls afraid
Take me on in stride, let me be your bride

Let me be your bride, I will spread my wings
I will cover the feet of the Seraphim
Come to me in flames, take from me my name

Pay no heed to your numberless needs
They will burn away
Make your peace with your wandering beast, it will burn away

You delight in the danger you despise
You insist that your girls keep an air of surprise
They will burn and fray on our wedding day

The nameless and tame
They all believe the same
Sisters live inside, let me be your bride

Let me be your bride, I will dry your tears
I will keep alive these banquet years
Every song you sing will be flowering

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Thanks to Matthew, Dylan, Neil, Mrs. Toad and eveyone who made us feel so welcome.  Yes, this show was over a year ago but it was awesome.

They Wake

You may seek the wind among the reeds
You may give the girls the love they need
The love they need is gold, the love is never doomed
The love they want is gilded with a lavish gloom

They wake, they marry and they cry
They wake to hear stories when they die
Stories told with joy, stories often true
Stories when their cleverness was calling you

Pay no heed to the tenor of the times
I will destroy the wisdom of the wise

They say that the lights were left on until dawn

They wake beneath the slanting sun
They wake without telling anyone
About the winter seeds, the songs too hard to sing
The pleasures wide awake in nearly everything

Pay no heed to the tenor of the times
I will destroy the wisdom of the wise

They say that the lights were left on until dawn