Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Earth, artist - Mount Eerie. Album song Now Only, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Record label: P.W. Elverum & Sun
Song language: English
Earth |
I don’t want to live with this feeling any longer than I have to |
But also I don’t want you to be gone |
So I talk about you all the time |
Including the last day you were alive |
And I hang your pictures around my house |
For me to surprise myself with and cry |
Everybody that used to know us seems concerned |
But if they knew that when you went through my mind |
I’m full of the love that illuminated our house for all those years |
And made this dancing child who tears through the days |
With a brilliance you would have deepened and sang along with |
But you’re sleeping out in the yard now |
What am I saying? |
No one is sleeping |
You don’t even have a dead body anymore |
It was taken away |
I went and wrote a check |
And got a cardboard box full of your ashes |
And a little plastic bag with your necklace |
And I drove back home truly alone |
I guess I didn’t bury you deep enough |
When I poured out your ashes beneath the three witch hazels |
That you planted in the yard a few years ago in a triangle for us |
Where me and the kid were rolling in the grass the other day |
And I saw actual chunks of your bones |
Bleached and weathered, unerasable |
You’re still out there in the spring upheaving |
Coming out of the ground into air |
Is that exact fragment your finger |
That once caressed me not that long ago? |
I still can feel it |
And is that other shard a piece of your skull |
That once contained the wild brain that used to overflow with loving? |
Undiscovered and gone |
And now just shrapnel remains: |
Earth |
Another place I poured your ashes out |
Was on a chair on top of a mountain pointed at the sunset |
I went back there last week after a year has passed |
And noticed the chunks of your bones that haven’t been blown away |
Are indistinguishable from the other pieces of animal bones |
Brought there by coyotes, vultures, and gods |
Against my will I felt a little bit of solace creeping in |
But I laid there on the moss |
Compost and memory: |
There’s nothing else |
I can hear Wolves in the Throne Room singing: |
«I will lay down my bones among the rocks and roots» |
At night I sit and picture myself curled up beneath |
Ten feet of water at the bottom of the lake |
I imagined trout bumping against me in the low diminished light |
Holding my breath trying to be a boulder |
Eroding, to join you in re-mingling with a background |
Of churned muck coalescing in the dark |
But to get ground back down to matter only |
Eternal and dumb becoming not a thing |
Abdicating form |