beneath the light they crushed
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BENEATH THE LIGHT THEY CRUSHEDM. Buchanan
Flowers Sail Through My Blood
Pour out your skull of worryyour skull all full of doubt
Empty its weight let the crashing ring loud
With flowers sailing through my bloodand diamonds at my heelsWatching as the floodscurdle round the keel
and swell to swamps as colours drainto the pace of falling rain
My chest full of iron and prison barsMy legs both fashioned and neatly carved
All of your giving in and giving up swallowed whole
Whistling swan songs for your lossesand your faultsAll faint linesand faint cries
Funerals
The slow gallop onwardstoward all truth and gold
Shaking free of lead weightsand deadweight keeping the strain
Gaoling the tread of harmonyhoarding its tattered reinsThe sweetness of my vices
and the steps that they drain
The sinking heels above my headtheir pounding through the lush
Blessed wings strain not your reachbeneath the light they crushed
Their guilty stridestheir boldness
and their funeralsTheir old ways
their cruelnessand their long fall
Wings
True wings swoop on bitter thingsand set fire to everything cold
Bland wings droop to shadow outthey give up young and fold
Stay hereand climb not chains to the sky
Stay nearand drain out fear from your eyes
Stay hereand find not grains in the tide
Stay nearand grind no joy for the fire
Purge fearthis earth needs more of your light
Stay nearPurge fearStay here
Stay Here(For H.A/T.H)
The War Of Dreams and Fears
My love took the shovel and filled in its grave
All mammoths sharpened tusks were laidA quilt for warmth thrown over
and brass guilt cast away
I’ll face you with my arsenalmy arsenal of fears
I’ll steer them down your roadslong away from here
I’ll face you with my arsenalmy arsenal of dreams
They’ll breathe down the neck of your doubts and hurl them to the breeze
They’ll grace you with all lack of greed and everything all free
They’ll pace to you passing mud in the weedsand passing the fray in the weave
I’ll steer them down the long roads foreign to me here
I’ll face you with my arsenal of fearsmy arsenal of dreams
Boughs
The senselessnessof brewing warsIngrain no lossraze the score
Two floating boughs on a sea of ships moored
My palms as anchors stirring the floor
The senselessnessof brewing wars
I am the breathlessness in myselfCrash everything old and worn
Harmony
There’s a songbird on my shoulderwho sings for me alone
Who wields a halting harmonywho yields the longest glow
There’s a songbird on my shoulderwho claws the skin I’ve grownWho wields a halting harmony
who’ll sing for us alone
There’s a songbird on my shoulderwho cries the sweetest tone
With wings all coated and choked by dustthat stretch over my chest of bones
Tolls
Chains of peacetake me home
keep me wholeCage heaven and its tolls
wrenching down for us againto wash over and walk with us
A long trudge now to an all whole end
Drought To Lush
I’ll lift your pain for my shoulders gainTo tear and maim I’ll keep latched on
I stood and watchedand lo, beneath
was the light they crushed
A cold gust now belts my skinAs time will show it was the low within
Low and dim as wings in the dronegrown from drought all to lush
I stood and watchedand lo, beneath
laid the light they crushed
Held fastThe safest palms
Free and unabashedI stood and watched
and lo, beneathshone the light they crushed
Skull Full Of Heaven
Fill your skull with heavenempty out the dread
Wring out all the feversand your joy they bled
Cloud the old grown over pathsand climb your steps ahead
Hull full foreverweighted until the end
Skull full of heavenempty of all dread
Rungs
Valley of cagesValley of crowns
All strength unto youto scale the rungs high
All love hereAll of my hope
and all of my lightwill be the pillars and stone
of new heights grownAll loveAll hopeAll light
Fear To The Core
I promise you these are the last daysthe rust will glow again
Hips will swing to the sound once moreat 33RPM
I can see and feel your every fearit rattles me to my core
Let dreams build for yearsslashing down the flaws
Marching for only hearts all truethat beat chests black and blue
The hearts that stretched their spanand then so quietly flew
I believe in the sweetness of your resonanceand its bough shaking breeze
Hope hurtled upwardsthat fills my heart with seas
The gathering stormand pure gust of ease
The way it flees and washes over me
The shaking of blacknessits shaky weakened knees
buckling from the minor to major liftthen our true selves all free
Lift mehow beautiful
will be the last cruel ways