Union
from Daybreak by Show Without Punch
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Union
Day break dull on duller day, and crack the night between.
There's a fickle sky, and fickle breeze, that gives the lie beneath.
And you crawl now with sureness from the trunk to the bough,
With the full force of union on your dark hungered brow.
Now, by god, it's understood, this man-shaped thing you hold.
And you will hold this beggar's hand until that hand turns gold.
And you crawl now with sureness from the trunk to the bough,
With the full force of union on your dark hungered brow.
The bright city gates and high city walls,
The gathered fog, and all this glass, and now all these foul weather friends,
And I don't understand why you grace me with pleasure
When all that I do is erase what you make.
It's a crass form of compliment - laying down on you each night
With my hand in your hair, and my face against your face.
I hope we hold more than each other,
I hope we're worth more than the sum of two lovers,
The black little victories, the cornfields, the pedigree,
"Rolling me over, it shoulders me under."
Come, baby come, would you blacken your eye?
Would you sing with that smile that you crack half in time
With that beat that you make with your hand and your foot,
With your tooth against tooth as you chew through the root?
If you love, then you'll love; if you don't then you won't;
If you sink then you'll sink; if you float then you'll float.
And that beat that you make with your hand and your foot,
With your tooth against tooth as you chew through the root...
Day break dull on duller day, and crack the night between.
There's a fickle sky, and fickle breeze, that gives the lie beneath.
And you crawl now with sureness from the trunk to the bough,
With the full force of union on your dark hungered brow.
Now, by god, it's understood, this man-shaped thing you hold.
And you will hold this beggar's hand until that hand turns gold.
And you crawl now with sureness from the trunk to the bough,
With the full force of union on your dark hungered brow.
The bright city gates and high city walls,
The gathered fog, and all this glass, and now all these foul weather friends,
And I don't understand why you grace me with pleasure
When all that I do is erase what you make.
It's a crass form of compliment - laying down on you each night
With my hand in your hair, and my face against your face.
I hope we hold more than each other,
I hope we're worth more than the sum of two lovers,
The black little victories, the cornfields, the pedigree,
"Rolling me over, it shoulders me under."
Come, baby come, would you blacken your eye?
Would you sing with that smile that you crack half in time
With that beat that you make with your hand and your foot,
With your tooth against tooth as you chew through the root?
If you love, then you'll love; if you don't then you won't;
If you sink then you'll sink; if you float then you'll float.
And that beat that you make with your hand and your foot,
With your tooth against tooth as you chew through the root...
credits
from
Daybreak,
released 17 December 2009
Roger Illingworth: Vocals, Piano
Adam Jarvis: Double Bass
Raphael Saib: Drums
Gill Sandel: Accordion
Rachel Lander: Cello
Roger Illingworth: Vocals, Piano
Adam Jarvis: Double Bass
Raphael Saib: Drums
Gill Sandel: Accordion
Rachel Lander: Cello
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