lyrics
Guitar: Stephen Robb
Vocals: Stephen Robb
Vocals: Ben Meyerson
Harmonica: Ben Meyerson
From The Cradle
I looked up from the cradle, my head was wreathed in signs.
Oh I looked up from the cradle, my head was wreathed in signs --
said, "I'll carve you out a hollow land, and all your milk will run dry."
Each step I take the earth is panting -- it wills its sickness away.
Yes, each step I take the earth is panting -- it wills its sickness away.
You dare to bend my back, Lord? I'll beat you into scattered hay.
Till the rivers cease their frothing, I will be your wicked son.
Aw, shrivel me amid your laughing, smile upon your wicked son.
No, I don't ask for much, lord -- let me run, let me run.
I looked up from the cradle, a sweat of frost upon my back.
Now I looked up from the cradle, a sweat of frost upon my back.
I want a city made of gold, man, I want to see the world crack.
(Inst)
I've seen the gauntness seethe within you, it's gone and sucked my life away.
I've seen the gauntness seethe within you, oh, gone and sucked my life away.
The air, it smells of brass and fear, and the water's dried to grey.
(Inst)
This river is asleep for me, in dogged song upon the land.
This river is asleep for me, in dogged song upon the land --
You slipped from my sickly grasp, in search of riches down the Rio Grande.
So I climbed out of the cradle, tried to turn my life around.
Yes I climbed out of my cradle, tried to turn my life around.
It's taken all I've got to give, but still I'm sinking down.
Ben Meyerson and Stephen Robb 2012
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released April 11, 2012
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