Franz Nicolay - New River, Spring For Me

I've known the blade, the blossom, and the fruit
Now I know their withering
There are mountain hours that take all day to climb
And downhill days you descend singing
One eye on the crowd, one on the moon
Your father was the rough sea, you are the schooner
Sails grown big bellied with the wanton wind

Sing of bars and the man
Scars and the bands
Barchipelago
Scattered dots on the map
Morse code lines that trap them
In the punk rock telegraph

"I don't think about the past"
Backed with "My memory is poor"
Which is the A-side, I'm not really sure, but

New river, spring for me
Spill your way across the open country
Carry me down to the vast sea
A bronze bound vessel with a bone in her teeth

There's a pretty bad sound coming from the right front wheel
Not too bad if you sing along in key
Return of dreams the first week you get sober sleep
The rush of eager overwhelming feeling

"People try to be good, but not that hard," she said
"Lined up at the banks with their beaks open to the sky
Squawking forlornly as if waiting to be fed
Every night before I go to sleep
Just for a moment, I wish that I was dead"

New river, spring for me
Spill your way across the open country
Carry me down to the wild sea
A bronze bound vessel with a bone in her teeth

New river, spring for me
Carry me down to the wild sea
Spill your way across the open country
Neither for me the honey or the honey bee

Written by:
Franz Nicolay

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