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Shadows in the Soil 2 by It's

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Shadows in the Soil 2 by It's - post-punk revival music cover art

Shadows in the Soil 2

post-punk revival

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Lyrics
Description
(verse)
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground
By God, the old man could handle a spade
Through living roots awaken in my head
I’ll dig with it…
I’ll dig with it
(verse)
My father worked with a horse-plough
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
An expert, he would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock
I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm
But today, it is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away
(chorus)
The house would stink long after churning day
The milk’s snub-tongued, the cream like yellow venom
The plash and gurgle of the sour-breathed milk
The hot brewery of gland, cud and udder
What buttercups, the starlings, what their stuff
We brought to table…
We brought to table…
(bridge)
Threshed corn lay piled like grit of ivory
The floor lay bare beneath the rafters
The dark gulfed like a roof-space
Fear trapped me in a corner of the yard
The two-lugged sacks moved in
Like great blind rats
Like great blind rats…
(verse)
All I know is a door into the dark
The hammered anvil’s short-pitched ring
The unpredictable fantail of sparks
The hiss when a new shoe toughens in water
The altar where he expends himself
In shape and music…
In shape and music…
(final chorus)
Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen
Our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre
Each year I hoped they’d keep
Knew they would not
It wasn’t fair…
That all the lovely canfuls
Smelt of rot
(outro - whispered, layered)
Between my finger and my thumb…
The squat pen rests…
In his broad shadow…
A door into the dark…