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Sunday Sessions: "Burrow"
Available from February 26 - March 4
This is a new song.
Here's the poem that got it started (thanks Dave):
When I Have Fears
by John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
See you next week,
Max
lyrics
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Burrow
let her dress take the wind
curl her lips and her pages
the dogwoods let go their leaves
never gonna go back never gonna be free
below the rows of words
she digs her toes into the dirt
and each partition of earthworm
sees the sadness in her work
call it a burrow
a way home
the poet keats about to die
swears there's something left in him
unmade poems spit and wind
never gonna get out never gonna have time
the margins held him from the scream
held his heart and rhymes between
and take her in the digger's words
are all he is and teem for her
call it a burrow
a way home
i was more when i left here
more when i left here
never came back home
i've been digging holes
i keep digging holes
call it a burrow
a way home
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