Goose Lake ep

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released 21 December 2009

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Track Name: harbour curse
Mother
they swam to the shoreline
believe her

this outdoor play
isn't either
good or for

transforming limbs

the others
were found at the lighthouse
we leave there
all stuck to the sides can we
eat there?

the sea boy is a living thing

Mother
there's no room out there for the
new shores

they fell down
beneath the old floor boards
their sick water
flows through our pipes

the others
traded their two arms for eight more
they look so
much colder than before

the sea boy is a living thing

Mother
you read all those old novels
too fast

and our bright young
illusionment can't last
we all wallow

down to the deeps
Track Name: long summer
summer comes too long
the heat, my dear
I fear has washed all through our ears

over mother, over father
early graves sleep
fast in June

we told them sew old streets right up
our other houses might fall out

water tastes all wrong
our tongues, my dear
I fear have turned to deadly snakes

cut them out, we'll cut them out
we'll taste we'll breathe
and eat again

we told them sew old streets right up
our other houses might fall out
Track Name: six bows (six cranes)
I.

Martha, don't you know the water runs cold,
your brother is lost in barren country,
your daughter has never seen a setting sun?
Your daughter has never seen a setting sun.

Well, I've seen men fixed to ever-flowing sees.
I've seen men with no home, with no name.
But I have never seen the sails drawn.
No, I have never seen the sails fall.
oh

So I will play for the devil is in your hands.
I will play for the devil is in your hands.

Well, I said 'I have seen six cranes rise for the valley.'
You said 'I have seen six bows bring them down
to your home and your waters,
to the feet of your granddaughters.

And, Dionysus, his veins they did run a'plenty
though your spirits they still run dry.
Your figure, it haunts the coastline
as white teeth against blue skies.

II.

City of mine,
where are your champions now?
Have they all hidden or have they all died?
How will we ever know.

City of mine,
where are your champions now?
Have they all hidden or have they all died?
How will we ever know.

Oh Martha, don't you know this water runs cold.
How these sails might draw,
oh how they could fall
down, down, down.

I have seen six cranes,
I have seen six bows bring them down
like white teeth falling from blue skies
down to the coastline
setting down its sun.
Track Name: Horrible Beast
Oh, my home
my home
the forest is lost and it's grown

long bone legs
come home
they've run through the swamps and they've grown

so cry, oh,
and feed him again

oh, my home
is cursed
by dull, watching eyes and it's worse

worse its breath
in ears
in August our low Southern fears

worse its breath
through snow
in winter its lungs running low

so cry, oh
and feed him again

oh, my home
my home
the forest is lost and it's grown
Track Name: From the soil, a violin
I would like to live alone
in a cabin by the woods,
just for a while,
you would say.
And I would tell you
no ebb or flow
will wash the sails from the shore.

Boys have gone out to the woods,
and boys have come back orphans.
Boys have gone out to the woods

I would like to be the first
to pull from the soil
a violin,
you would say.
And I would tell you
how I came to know
this nation's native tongue.

Oh! poisonous is the ground,
and disease is in the soil.
Oh! poisonous is the ground.

* * * * * *

And If by good fortune
you should cross
the path of a black crow,
draw your pistol
then fire it six times from your hip.

And six boys will cry
'Oh! we've been conquered.
'We have been conquered by you.
And you will say
'you have been conquered
'oh, I have conquered you.