now the crows are in the trees

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now the crows are in the trees
naked of bud and leaf
and they wonder how to begin
this sad work of being free
they said, "it's sad work being free."

i climbed out from the sea
sprouted strange limbs and climbed
saw a strange thing, this hollowed out city
i carry it with me
this strange and burnt out city

i climbed up on a roof
made my mind all aloof
gutted streets all calm below,
i named them so-and-so

now the god's beating on a crow
and feathers scatter to and fro
and i who climbed from the murky sea
feel branches shuttering beneath me
and buildings murmur beneath me

god now, gird your sword
prove yourself the lord
you gut this city with fire, you know
now you gut the guts of a crow

armies now underground
stamp their steeds around
i saw war like a subway sound
all bottled up to blow

crow now, what did you see?
"i saw the work of being free--
the angry ax at the root of god's tree,
armies out to taste and know,
and feathers to and fro."

god, gird your sword
prove yourself the lord
you gut this city with fire
now tend your eternal pyre
as it drops and gyres

now the crows are in the trees
and armies clamor underneath
and i pause at how to begin
this sad work of being free

i climbed out from the sea
naked of bud and leaf
with little armor and flimsy relief
in the task of being me
and you are ewe and we are wee

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from sketches around a city, track released September 4, 2011

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