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Talk About Suffering
01:18
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Talk about suffering here below and talk about loving Jesus
Talk about suffering here below and let’s get to following Jesus
Gospel train is coming, don’t you want to go?
And leave this world of trouble and sorrow here below
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Laura Elsa
03:47
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Laura Elsa lived a little while down the way
Walked her baby for miles through the heat and through the rain
I watched her struggle and wring the perspiration from her clothes
Bug-eyed and wondering where all her buried resentment goes
Laura Elsa pulls her limping boy to her side
Says he got too brave in the face of some poor sad man’s pride
Yeah, she don’t say much but I saw her jaw get real tight
Once something’s got in deep you can’t pull the wool out of that dye
Called her mama before they came to take her away
Dragged him to that precious truck, carried on and rumbled down the lane
‘Tween grape vines, they’ll find him in a nine-inch grave
“It's done. He’s dead.” She said, hung up and walked away.
Small town whispers through leaves and vines and soil
I seen their son with his grey face milling round the hall
News of Laura’s man spread, and once they learned his fate
Townsfolk shrugged their shoulders, better without him anyway
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It’s time the young plants are hardened
Carefully lest we bruise the stems
Damage the delicate roots
The exposure is too gradual
My agony perennial
Mother taught me mercy in the cutting of soft things
I sing quietus at the altar of beauty
If I can’t have their worship, then I want their pity
The shame of being born to someone they’ll bury
Daughter craves my comfort more than my violence
She was not born with my lilting fingers
I know that she’s a monument to the bodies inside me
That awful place where the emptiness lingers
I bury daughter in the backyard with the animal bones
I love them so much it tears me apart
What else but to consume all that you could have been
Each heart devours the other heart
Each heart devours the other
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Solastalgia
02:49
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Watching with wonder as we gaze a yonder
A corona halo bursts in the sky
Soft belly’s shaking with the threat of more ailing
We wait for the teeth and thousand eyes
With bated breath, we’ll gasp in the hot black air
Domesticate it, yeah, you tried to fake it
You know we never really belonged here
We don’t belong here
We never belonged here
The landscape rejects us
And God, who could blame it
My neighbours load their rooms with crosses and canned goods
Kiss their kids and blush at the rot
Pick at my fingers, the humming blue lingers
I hope I’ll be eaten by God
Child, don’t look at the sun, it would burn your eyes out
But now it’s a pink bruise up above
Nurturing aching, the dumb hope of waiting
How dare you come to Her with your love
We don’t belong here
We never belonged here
Stolen land rejects us
And God, who could blame it
The harvest is past
The summer has ended
And we are not saved
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5. |
Greensick
03:25
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I writhe in ecstasy
And they just laugh at me
Beneath my blessed bed
The devil’s cursed ingress
They don’t want me living
They’ll have me when I’m dead
No use while I’m living
They’ll revere me when I’m dead
The wounds dug in my skin
My greensick verbatim
She sighs a hollow moan
And cleans the bloodstains in my room
The silence makes me whole
My lonely victim soul
In the morning, my heart burns
I await for his return
Strengthen me
Purify me
Make me godlike
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YASMIN DE LAINE Melbourne, Australia
Yasmin de Laine conjures an eerie mix of swamp-blues and gothic alt-rock, reinvigorating the tradition of murder ballads and taking inspiration from her rural upbringing.
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