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lyrics
Tombs: This is the story of Baalam’s mule/his hooves hollow gavels on the stones/Now when he mounts Moriah’s high hills/there’s a burnin’ way down in his bones/It’s not even the heft of those damp grain sacks/or even the crack of his master’s whip/but ever since his jaw hummed those words/his world has lost its script//He curses the day his clumsy tongue spoke/and wonders if he was God’s little joke //What path is this he finds himself on/the ground all shifting; the rocks so strange/the sky’s full sweep he never paid any mind/it’s clouds keep nagging him for names/The olive trees he once knew only for shade/he finds himself drawn to there white blooms/His immense head floats with the distance of things/The half-remembered words like tombs...
credits
from Darlings of the Soil,
released April 22, 2016
Jim Rioux: Vocals, Guitars, Drums, Piano, Flugelhorn, Synth
Guy Capecelatro III: Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Backing Vocals
Marc: Lap Steel, Bass
Gerry Rioux: Drums
Mara Flynn: Backing Vocals