Treasure Mountain Dove

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In the hard hot sun that feels so easy on the back
Take a break now, go in the shade.
This binding burden shared by man and animal alike
Keeps us outside, out in the day.

The treasure mountain dove, equipped with open airy views
Would tell us how the other gardens grow.
The sounds within her mouth
Would tell of woeful jarring news,
The kind it might be better not to know,
The kind it might be better not to know.

If your boots protect your feet
And let you take beyond your need
You're lucky if you your luck won't keep you tied
To a relentless cultivation that's so highly civilized
It's easy not to notice when it's dry,
So easy not to notice when it's dry.

The ages lying still between the rows of feeding fields
Would tell us of the weather long before.
A steady stock in lives would be to mean to hear the landless cries.
You’re lucky if your luck won't keep you sure,
So lucky if your luck won't keep you sure.

The treasure mountain dove, equipped with open airy views
Would tell us how the other gardens grow.
The sounds within her mouth
Would tell of woeful jarring news,
The kind it might be better not to know,
The kind it might be better not to know.

In the hard hot sun that feels so easy on the back
Take a break now, go in the shade.
This binding burden shared by man and animal alike
Keeps us outside out in the day.

The treasure mountain dove, equipped with open airy views
Would tell us how the other gardens grow.
The sounds within her mouth
Would tell of woeful jarring news,
The kind it might be better not to know,
The kind it might be better not to know.

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from Com Uma Bala, track released January 30, 2015

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