BENEATH THE LIGHT THEY CRUSHED M. Buchanan
Flowers Sail Through My Blood Pour out your skull of worry your skull all full of doubt Empty its weight let the crashing ring loud With flowers sailing through my blood and diamonds at my heels Watching as the floods curdle round the keel and swell to swamps as colours drain to the pace of falling rain My chest full of iron and prison bars My legs both fashioned and neatly carved All of your giving in and giving up swallowed whole Whistling swan songs for your losses and your faults All faint lines and faint cries
Funerals The slow gallop onwards toward all truth and gold Shaking free of lead weights and deadweight keeping the strain Gaoling the tread of harmony hoarding its tattered reins The sweetness of my vices and the steps that they drain The sinking heels above my head their pounding through the lush Blessed wings strain not your reach beneath the light they crushed Their guilty strides their boldness and their funerals Their old ways their cruelness and their long fall
Wings True wings swoop on bitter things and set fire to everything cold Bland wings droop to shadow out they give up young and fold
Stay Here (For H.A/T.H)
Stay here and climb not chains to the sky Stay near and drain out fear from your eyes Stay here and find not grains in the tide Stay near and grind no joy for the fire Purge fear this earth needs more of your light Stay near Purge fear Stay here
The War Of Dreams and Fears My love took the shovel and filled in its grave All mammoths sharpened tusks were laid A quilt for warmth thrown over and brass guilt cast away I’ll face you with my arsenal my arsenal of fears I’ll steer them down your roads long away from here I’ll face you with my arsenal my arsenal of dreams They’ll breathe down the neck of your doubts and hurl them to the breeze They’ll grace you with all lack of greed and everything all free They’ll pace to you passing mud in the weeds and passing the fray in the weave I’ll steer them down the long roads foreign to me here I’ll face you with my arsenal of fears my arsenal of dreams
Boughs The senselessness of brewing wars Ingrain no loss raze the score Two floating boughs on a sea of ships moored My palms as anchors stirring the floor The senselessness of brewing wars I am the breathlessness in myself Crash everything old and worn
Harmony There’s a songbird on my shoulder who sings for me alone Who wields a halting harmony who yields the longest glow There’s a songbird on my shoulder who claws the skin I’ve grown Who wields a halting harmony who’ll sing for us alone There’s a songbird on my shoulder who cries the sweetest tone With wings all coated and choked by dust that stretch over my chest of bones
Tolls Chains of peace take me home keep me whole Cage heaven and its tolls wrenching down for us again to wash over and walk with us A long trudge now to an all whole end
Drought To Lush I’ll lift your pain for my shoulders gain To tear and maim I’ll keep latched on I stood and watched and lo, beneath was the light they crushed A cold gust now belts my skin As time will show it was the low within Low and dim as wings in the drone grown from drought all to lush I stood and watched and lo, beneath laid the light they crushed Held fast The safest palms Free and unabashed I stood and watched and lo, beneath shone the light they crushed
Skull Full Of Heaven Fill your skull with heaven empty out the dread Wring out all the fevers and your joy they bled Cloud the old grown over paths and climb your steps ahead Hull full forever weighted until the end Skull full of heaven empty of all dread
Rungs Valley of cages Valley of crowns All strength unto you to scale the rungs high All love here All of my hope and all of my light will be the pillars and stone of new heights grown All love All hope All light
Fear To The Core I promise you these are the last days the rust will glow again Hips will swing to the sound once more at 33RPM I can see and feel your every fear it rattles me to my core Let dreams build for years slashing down the flaws Marching for only hearts all true that beat chests black and blue The hearts that stretched their span and then so quietly flew I believe in the sweetness of your resonance and its bough shaking breeze Hope hurtled upwards that fills my heart with seas The gathering storm and pure gust of ease The way it flees and washes over me The shaking of blackness its shaky weakened knees buckling from the minor to major lift then our true selves all free
Lift me how beautiful will be the last cruel ways