Call up the old ones
To mark which
your present place
your fading face
Call up the old ones to
reconcile the distance
from life's travels
Call up the old ones to
paint you in
to fatten you up
when you're so dying thin
Call up the old ones to
scratch your skin
reflect the eyes
judge it in
I'm gonna leaf this earth realm to a crisp
breathe it in, lick the skin and
give me a touch
I aint taking it, I'm borrowing it, and lost it now
Call up the old ones
to guide you along your way
There, too, who sees?
There, too, who sees?
Call up the old ones
with their feathered wings
your 800 pound legged feet, okay
heal your gashes
look ahead
the highway crumbles
levitate instead
Call up the old ones
to give you a hand
erase the mortors
that are so marked up this land
caroline
so pristine
kerosine
in your gleam
look at us,
look at us
find the trust
the dam will bust
build it high
dont drown beneath
the fall is up
the length is steep
Call up the old ones
sinkers of lead
and watch it sway
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