Junior Brother’s Favourite歌词-Junior Brother

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I woke early,

One day,

On a ploughed field,

All upturned clay,

Where the farmer,

Turns clay first,

The crow comes after,

To scour the earth.

Little things,

Left behind,

The plough will spit up,

But the beaks will find.

Low love,

I want you up here,

I am afraid.

Scared shy,

Of pain;

I'll stay too long to go away.

If you knew what will happen,

You would do the same,

Because

You are dumb too -

No offence.

Where the farmer turned it first,

The crows came after to scour the earth -

Little things,

Left behind,

The plough will spit up

And I'll find.

There is a hole where my head was,

About the brim of my neck,

Met with the touch of a finger,

North, south, east & west.

They're having Mass in the meadow,

I'm sure they'll flee under rain,

Watch the procession through my hands,

Thinking "Was I cursed with a brain?"

Love's useless to No-one,

'Til No-one sees Some-one,

And No-one's eyes,

Blink in the pews,

Some-one is spotted and No-one is viewed,

There swings about my knees,

A long iron chain,

Which had a cracked handle for sale

No coin.

Hmm - mm

Hmm - mm

Hmm - mm - mm

Hmm - mm

There is a hole where my head was,

About the brim of my neck,

Met with the touch of a finger,

North, south, east & west.

They're having Mass in the meadow,

I'm sure they'll perish in rain,

Watch the procession through my hands,

Thinking "Was I cursed with a brain?"

Ah - ah

Ah

Love's useless to No-one,

'Til No-one sees Some-one,

And No-one's eyes, blink in the pews,

Some-one is spotted and No-one is viewed,

Love's useless to No-one,

'Til No-one sees Some-one,

And No-one's eyes, blink in the pews,

Some-one is spotted and No-one is viewed,

Pouncing on marsh,

And soaking the heather,

The banks are lapping and dive over the brim;

The pit of each puddle, the head of each hill,

The heel of my foot to my crown,

Old names on the stones and old bones in the boxes,

The heel of my foot to my crow.

The heel of my foot to my crown

The heel of my foot to my crown.

Hmm

Huh

Each hill,

For each new inch of tree,

Goes further under earth -

The endless decade of a rural rosary,

I am pleased.

I can't be wrong,

If the wind's right,

If I am wrong -

I arrive

Luggageless and the skin hangin' off my face,

Donkey cheekbones, liver-eyed locals,

Tide is pulled away,

Dragged over the sand like a tablecloth,

Barefoot babies in the branches

Screaming through the trees;

"I am pleased,

I am pleased,

I am pleased".

If I'm wrong,

And the wind

Is right,

A man

Will call

Tonight -

He's my father.

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Ah - ah, Ah - ah

Low love,

I want you up here,

I

Am afraid.

High love,

I want you up here,

I

Am not afraid,

My

Favourite.

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