Artist: Carbon Leaf
Album: Shadows In The Banquet Hall
Raise your family of ghosts and spirits
Sir, we really need to drink from your wine
And yes, your skeletons in the closets
(Might I bring a few of mine?)
Let's see what we can't see, unlock your books for a change
Glass excavated bits of china Mulberry Row scars still remain
Bones are everywhere, aren't they?
Our families spring from their graves
Their Sunday best don't fit them bones
The same way and wine is seeping from
The barrel staves again
I'm in your tea room toasting lives unchanged
(While music's playing by the garden's edge)
Outside rusted joints prove souls asleep can
Flowers blooms from this vintage?
Relative skeletons nervously shuffle
We glance around community of our own
Quiet valley drips with hints of laughter
Mr. Jefferson, can we slip these bones?
And bones are everywhere, aren't they?
What do you think they'd see through those trees?
'Resurrected spirits dancing,' you don't say?
(The minstrel's new arrangement of history)
We danced and drank the sun
It over flowed and washed the past away
We roamed, echo, laughter
Spirits danced a jig around their graves
Then came the rain
A garden craves a balance of both
(I guess so)
From the garden, they're all running from the garden
We're all looking for the garden
So much to maintain
Bones are everywhere aren't they?
Ghosty spirits dash right past me
Finding hidden spaces, favored places
Families disperse to there graves
Bones are here to stay aren't they?
We cultivate the bones that we're of
Sir if you caught me drunk on wisdom
Would you say I've had enough?
|2||Attica's Flower Box Window|
|4||For the Girl|
|5||Wolftrap and Fireflies|
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|1||Dirty Bird (Learn to Fly)|
|2||To My Soul|
|3||This Is How I Feel|
|5||Jan. 9 / 63 Degrees|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|
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