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Bone Town

from Carry On, Crow by Ichabod Wolf

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lyrics

In this town
Since they closed the last factories down
I have been haunted by visions
And grave apparitions of you
A true rock and roller

Where the dogs don’t bark
At the car alarm noise anymore
There is a house
With a room
With your name in a heart on the floor
Reliving histories

A glass raised in toast to the dead drunk
Told stories so charming he choked on his own silver tongue
And I don’t believe we will see his likes again
But I’m proud to have walked on this earth the same time as him

In the ground
Where the soil and the sod keep us bound
I have been burying hatchets
Deep under the ashes
Where you once turned to cinder

Between nicotine yellow florets
On the living room wall
There is a photo of you and my old man
Preparing for war
Unrecognisable

A glass raised in toast to the dead drunk
Come back from California still singing that old Irish song
You will find him propping up the bar
With all the might of crooked plough and pilot star

In peculiar discourse on regret and remorse
As the end of our abstinence nears
There is a sad strange refrain
When you mention the name
Of a kid I’ve not thought of in years

It’s a lonely walk home ‘til the rain turns to snow
And we know it’s not just snowing here
There’s a vast blanket of white
Wraps the dead and alive
Til the whole goddamn world disappears

And the preachers keep telling me that I should feel blessed
For being in receipt of a whole host of gifts must’ve been misaddressed
And what use is music and song
When all that I hear is the sound of rattling bones

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from Carry On, Crow, released October 31, 2018

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