Photo Credit: Remi Theriault Lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies
and while picking snails from the river of the valley
you don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietly
The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs
and baby boy has got you drinking from the dead
you lick your lips and paddle for the levee
the sinking banks are sifting through your teeth
As you float up, see the river skins the valley
and strips the sleeping sediment of memory
You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
the withered river sputters at your feet
and all around the sound is slow and muddy
the sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves
As you wake up see the river skins the valley
you'd love to wash this summer from your memory
I was struck by how evocative and visual the lyrics are. Alliterative too. I recommend picking up the first full-length proper, Glory Hope Mountain, on which this song appears.where seven-headed serpents hiss soliloquies
and while picking snails from the river of the valley
you don't see the storm clouds piling up so quietly
The rushing river rattlesnakes your legs
and baby boy has got you drinking from the dead
you lick your lips and paddle for the levee
the sinking banks are sifting through your teeth
As you float up, see the river skins the valley
and strips the sleeping sediment of memory
You lift your head from wild and wicked sleep
the withered river sputters at your feet
and all around the sound is slow and muddy
the sunlight scatters pennies through the leaves
As you wake up see the river skins the valley
you'd love to wash this summer from your memory
There is a great article that talks about the band and the creation of Glory Hope Mountain from October of last year. Go here for a good and interesting read.
The Acorn - The Flood Pt. 1 mp3
2 comments:
sorry..but eloquent? these are high school level mediocre musings. I'm thrilled you connect to them emotionally - more power to you - to each their own...and all that,, but, as with so many lyrics today - it says nothing original and in an awkward, clumsy, self-conscious way.
So many fine lyricists to choose from and this is what you post on your generally pretty cool site? Whatever...
oh boy, then you are really not gonna like next week when I christen Heidi Montag as the next in a long line of "new" Dylans.
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