Six Lyrics
A good name pitched into the soil (tear the land)
With the shovel (with the spade)
With the towel and cache (with the hand and cache)
This crown (this crown)
In a mount of wet winter earth
A sole display for our troubles (endured)
Neither stone (nor post)
Nor flower (shall serve)
Our burden (our burden)
The beholder (the beholder)
With ornament (or reminder)
And the neighbors do protest
You'll reap no greater harvest
But it's never for the profit of the crop (nor the grace)
Nor the grace of the garden
That I this name commit (to a Georgia red clay ditch)
To shed all supposition and disappointment
I sow these seeds of my desired end
We give ourselves the small attempts to share
We give ourselves the small attempts to share
We give ourselves the small attempts to share
We give ourselves the small attempts to share
We give ourselves the small attempts to share
We give ourselves the small attempts to share
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To be nameless and faceless
Oh, what a weightless blessing to receive
(Waiting too long to say what you mean
And to give looks their intentions)
To be nameless and faceless
Oh, what a weightless blessing to receive
(Compact fire into undesired space will only explode)
