Red album

See inside Till you find me blindly Slice the rind Till you see me bleeding Thousand blades Of an unbeliever Sift the sand Hear the wail of winter winds

Perambulation Wading Milk the keel through tidal slough at down On and on Grating and lapping at the swollen stinking skin Imitation Mating muscles cut through cord Through mountain's own On and on...

Raise your voices This is where the good times went for me Breathe in choruses This is where the waning sated me Stand in valleys This is where the rivers coursed my veins Line the shoreline This is...

Isak Hands in the ground Buried traces of sound scream Hem in the seed Water to salt Salt into rain Isak Tender the swine Carry the hare and the barrow home

Holy rake You piss, shake Comely waif knees abraid Turn your back on the birthing It's sweet again Keep it tucked in your eyes Wet and alive Seaweed inside Holy rake Comely waif Birthed blisters Rake

Save your soul It's bright with holes Rays on pinion Lay me down Our trust lies in mighty wing As we thrust ourselves into the drink Pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil To drift on and work the soil...