Thistled Spring

by Horse Feathers

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released 20 April 2010

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Track Name: Thistled Spring
An old love of mine to wed the worst man she finds.
A blossom that’s bloomed, in a house that’s a tomb, trapped in the rhododendron fumes.
Bit by the Spring, Hurt by the thing, Plagued by the memories that it brings.
No peace in the miles, there’s word of the coming of a child.
The broke can still break, oh, what time can take, somewhere in the rules lies the stakes.
Bit by the Spring, Hurt by the thing, Plagued by the memories that it brings.
Bride to be, my only friend, is leaving me, in a Spring with no end.
Bride to be, my only friend.
Track Name: Starving Robins
It's there in the woods. As I child I could, see down where the deer ate dying grass and hear when the starving robins asked. Where's the Spring? Met with the mightiest change in the breeze, and with that wind in mind, there's the truth, beyond by the crick lies the memory of youth. Right out of the blue, a frost came to abuse, down where the deer ate the dying grass, near where the starving robins asked. Where's the Spring? Met with the mightiest change in the breeze and with that wind in mind, there's the truth, beyond by the crick lies the memory of youth. Where's the Spring? Like a light is to dark there's an end to this thing, and with that end in mind, there's the truth, beyond by the crick lies the ghost of my youth.
Track Name: Belly Of June
It's noon in the belly of June. Let's wager with bodies, the night's coming soon. Come like a lover to me, let's lay in the dark and meet the birds and the bees. A scene at the past county fair. She swore to his face: “There's no rib that we share!” Please won't you leave her alone. She's telling you boy, you don't know when to go. She's had enough she sadly sung: “We're no longer young, we're lazy and lithe, and our age makes us dumb. Don't call on me, paltering and pale, with sin on your mind, and dirt under your nails.” Well, he holds to a vow just because. Lamenting a love that never was. It's a thing that's never tested or tried. In a June that up and bloomed and quickly died. Between the two and under the sun, it's a war that's always fought and is never won. Between the two and under the light, at last she's never convinced and won't stay the night.
Track Name: Cascades
Bailey's her name and there's a price she takes. Blurring lines while she ruthlessly raised the stakes. And there's a mess that she made. We kiss on the mouth with hearts that were bound and gagged. The noose was broke the witness was the Cascades. Do you remember me? 'Cause there's a piece of my mind in a field of dandelions. Do you remember me? 'Cause there's a tale I tell. It's made of rain and hell. We will seldom speak, and we will rarely talk. Bailey your secret's known. She weeps in the brush alone. Loss wed to despair, in love when her womb was bare. We kiss on the mouth with hearts that were bound and gagged. The news was broke the witness was the Cascades. A kiss, a touch, our bodies became arsonists to will and brains. To him the cold hearted thing was she came demanding rings. The day was mute and hot. We will rarely talk. I'm just where you left me alone by them lilacs.
Track Name: This Bed
Bit by bit, and piece by piece it's adding up. The one I love loves me the least. A growing need for apologies, but when I'm wrong I'm weak in the knees. It's better now you don't come back to me, let it be known I'm a liar and a thief. What I stole is in what I've said. It's a shame our books been closed because it's words have been bled. Inch by inch, a foot to feet, a growing gap, and the miles between. A single lie becomes a beast. It's adding up, the one I love loves me the least. Breathing deep, lying awake too alone to sleep. It's in my mind and in my head. There's a certain type of cold that lives in this bed.
Track Name: The Drought
Unruly type of sun, willing to spare no one
From the plains up to the peaks
This heat's stealing faith from the weak

Amidst the burning breeze
from the ground up through the trees
I hear the birds complain about the lack of the rain

And it's not the same life
here the morning's like a knife
and the river's been bone dry
where the day is not fond of light.

Glory to the night
Shade has been hard to find
From the plains up to the peaks
This heat's stealing faith from the weak

Amidst the burning breeze
From the ground up through the trees
I hear the birds complain about the lack of the rain

It's bearing down on me
no clouds in the sky
I hear the pines crack and cry
"There's no reason to try."

And it's not the same life
here the morning's like a knife
and the river's been bone dry
where the day is not fond of light.

It's bearing down on me
no clouds in the sky
I hear the pines crack and cry
"There's no reason to try."
Track Name: Veronia Blues
There's a pain the west, a sinking feeling deep down in their chests. A little a girl, a town with her name, her daddy died before she had came. To see the place and just how it laid to waste. The rain it came and did not stop. All the streets filling up to their tops, it's coming up to their knees, the river had its way it did as it pleased. On the water's sheen there's rainbows of gasoline. Good Lord, what have we done for this dark dirty sun? Lord of mine where have you been? When there's trouble you are nowhere to be seen. A little town like a lamb. Well a lion come down and took their dam. February was lean, and March came to scream.
Track Name: As A Ghost
Any other pales, she was the best type of jail. The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind. There's nowhere to hide, memories are there until you die. A clothed youthful dream, undressed by fragile broken seams. It's a shame that I'm alive, then she could love me the most, unless of course I should die young then surely I'd haunt her as a ghost. A farce on parade, with the look of a liar, it's a powerful thing that she preached. A promise not made, with feet to the fire, it's a thing that she held out of reach. I'm caught up in her mane. To quit or carry on is the same. A with like a scar remains. Any other pales, she was the best type of jail. The rarest gem to find, yet she was the worst of her kind. It's a shame that I'm alive, then she could love me the most, unless of course I should die young, then I'd haunt her as a ghost.
Track Name: The Widower
I'll mind my mouth, in a brand new town.
There's a dark thing that brought me here.
In the time of year when the things you hear,
won't lay down or disappear.

Damn, the winter has followed me,
waiting for softer times and greener leaves.
Stay awhile with me,
warm a body that aches here in these sheets alone.
Stay awhile with me,
warm a body that aches here in these sheets alone.

Damn, the winter has followed me,
waiting for softer times and greener leaves.
I may not find another of your kind,
I hold this true.
May not be a husband that's set free,
I said "I do".

Stay awhile with me,
warm a body that aches here in these sheets alone.
Hold a hand with no ring.
It's naked and cold, in a state too shocked to be old.

Stay awhile with me,
warm a body that aches here in these sheets alone.
Hold a hand with no ring.
It's naked and cold, in a state too shocked to be old.
Track Name: Heaven's No Place
He has no time loneliness is a stinger in his mind. A mind with two hearts, each with two parts, all of which ache for a wife. He bears it in his chest heaven's no place for a lonely man to rest. With no children abreast, no peace to taste, happiness has no face. A bow with Methodist plans that fail him by day, became the father of the man. Who lives with no light, hid by the night, poisoned by hope with vacant eyes. He bears it in his chest heaven's no place for a lonely man to rest. Dear lonely man the reason you are stunned, you're born to a town that always eats it's young. And the more you love a lie it's coming true, your burning up your mind thinking it through. Take his name, Marie. Bear him a child and live quietly. The more she lives her life all alone. It's burning up her mind to make a home. With these hearts so loud their beating's heard. Like the wings of a trapped injured bird. The more we love a lie it's coming true. It's burning up our minds thinking it through. Dear lonely man the reason you are stunned, you're born to a town that always eats it's young. With a pious patience please wait for that wife. By winter's end you may come back to life.