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Cuckoo Spitting Blood Lyrics
Oh, night set on when I fell down
In the corner of the field.
Cuckoo, I too sang,
Spit the blood of welling thougohts.
Waking with a hundred grains.
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.
I could not face you.
Since I don't know my father,
I won't be a son.
In morning when words rise up
Like the echo of a stone axe,
Some demon in me wants to rise up
And walk away.
When I am alone in the day.
At night when I am going without clothes
I see your knees where I would sit,
The purple chair,
Golden trim hedged 'round.
I hid myself underneath my father
With the robes of a son.
In the morning when words rose up
Like the echo of a stone axe.
Some demon in me crawled out
And ran away.
I remember when I took the gifts
Asking you for everything,
Throw your name in the well.
i sink, and sink.
Sink.
In the corner of the field.
Cuckoo, I too sang,
Spit the blood of welling thougohts.
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs.
I could not face you.
I won't be a son.
In morning when words rise up
Like the echo of a stone axe,
Some demon in me wants to rise up
And walk away.
At night when I am going without clothes
I see your knees where I would sit,
The purple chair,
Golden trim hedged 'round.
With the robes of a son.
In the morning when words rose up
Like the echo of a stone axe.
Some demon in me crawled out
And ran away.
Asking you for everything,
Throw your name in the well.
i sink, and sink.
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This song somehow reminds me of the story of the Prodigal Son.... with the lines
Since I don't know my father, I won't be a son.
Followed by:
I hid myself underneath my father With the robes of a son.
And the whole image of:
I remember when I took the gifts Asking you for everything,
perhaps this is following the idea of Genessaret, with Peter?
Salt stains ringing 'round my legs. I could not face you.
In the morning when words rose up
I dunno, I find Anathallo's lyrics to be very vague.
Whoa, I never looked at it that way, but this is definitely the story of the prodigal son.