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My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And that's blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
Cutting cat faces in the pines
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him.
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
We're wood screws, all of our lives
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up
(And i lay down with the southern range)
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
I picture you as if you were a pine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)
We're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
And I lay down with the southern range.
(I lay down with the southern range) x10
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
(And i lay down with the southern range)
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
(My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
(I lay down with the southern range) x10
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The Catface section of the Florida Trail is named for the "catfaces" cut into the trunks of many of the pines in this section of the forest. These are the result of turpentine farming. In the early 19th century, the demand for turpentine and its extracted byproducts was extremely high. Known as "naval stores," the sap from long-leaf pines was used to manufacture everything from ship caulking to crayons.
So maybe this song is loosely about the destruction of trees for their pitch "blood"?
beautiful song.
I think this is more accurate:
My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And that's blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right. (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
Cutting cat faces in the pines (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
We're wood screws, all of our lives (We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives (We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up (And i lay down with the southern range)
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. (Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
I picture you as if you were a pine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. (My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)
We're wood screws, all of our lives. (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. (Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
And I lay down with the southern range. (I lay down with the southern range) x10
Ok. I've edited the original lyrics, thank you for this.
Ok. I've edited the original lyrics, thank you for this.
I think so far the comments are dead on. But the pines are us, and vice versa. Also, the historical icon who has wooden teeth is George Washington, so I would imagine the "pictures of him" means $$$$.
I just found out what "Cat Faces" are:
"Repeated fires would scar the exposed wood, and the bark along the scar’s edges would form into a pattern resembling a Gothic arch. Known as “cat faces,” these scars have been analyzed to develop a history of pre-settlement fire cycles."