Lyrics By Iron And Wine-Upward Over The Mountain-From The Album 'The Creek Drank The Cradle'

I love Iron and Wine and this song's been stuck in my head for over a week now. Enjoy.



Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain

-Band Aids-

Band aids on bullet holes
won't hold
the blood back
from the gashes
of past attacks.
We are wounded,
broken people,
even we
under the steeple.

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7/10

We all have issues. Life is complex and messy, not nice and neat. There are no 'quick fixes'.

Art, Michelle Suarez

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-Age Gauging Mirrors-

Nothing reminds
of how fast
time has passed
like reflective glass.
Age never clearer
than when I peer
into a time-telling mirror.

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-Hollow Words-

I believe
what I speak
about the One I follow,
but my speech
is often
empty and hollow.
Shallow actions
don't meet
with the depths
of my belief,
preferring ease
to standing strong
on two feet.
Watered down words
won't mean a thing
if my life
won't reflect
what I truly think,
if my faith and allegiance
hinge on convenience.

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7/10

This is just me voicing my struggle to put my actions and life in line with what I say I believe. I can definitely be a hypocrite at times. It's easy to say this and that but unless backed up, words can be weak, actions are what speak.

Lyrics By Joe Pug-Hymn #101-From The Album 'Nation Of Heat EP'

Joe Pug's voice sounds so wise and experienced, yet he's only in his early twenties. Enjoy.



and i've come to know the wishlist of my father
i've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished
i've come to wish aloud
among the over-dressed crowd
come to witness now the sinking of the ship
throwing pennies from the seatop next to it

and i've come to roam the forest past the village
with a dozen lazy horses in my cart
i've come here to get high
to do more than just get by
i've come to test the timber of my heart
oh i've come to test the timber of my heart

and i've come
to be untroubled in my seeking
and i've come
to see that nothing is for naught
i've come to reach out blind
to reach forward and behind
for the more I seek the more I'm sought
yeah the more I seek the more I'm sought

and i've come to meet the sheriff and his posse
to offer him the broad side of my jaw
i've come here to get broke
then maybe bum a smoke
we'll go drinking two towns over after all
oh we'll go drinking two towns over after all

and i've come to meet the legendary takers
i've only come to ask them for a lot
oh they say i come with less
than i should rightfully possess
i say the more i buy the more i'm bought
and the more i'm bought the less i cost

and i've come
to take their servants and their surplus
and i've come
to take their raincoats and their speed
i've come to get my fill
to ransack and spill
i've come to take the harvest for the seed
i've come to take the harvest for the seed

and i've come to know the manger that you sleep in
i've come to be the stranger that you keep
i've come from down the road
and my footsteps never slowed
and before we met i knew we'd meet
before we met i knew we'd meet

and i've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches
i've come to closely listen to you sing
i've come here to insist
that i leave here with a kiss
i've come to say exactly what i mean
and i mean so many things

and you've come
to know me stubborn as a butcher
and you've come
to know me thankless as a guest
will you recognize my face
when god's awful grace
strips me of my jacket and my vest
and reveals all the treasure in my chest

-Embedded-

Ten black staples
plunged beneath the skin,
fusing as one,
ever slowly
but surely
converging the hatred
and the hater.
Flesh meshing
with bone deep embedded anger.

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