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JACK HARRIS OAST HOUSES LYRICS

I could show you stuff 'round here perchance might make you pause'
I could take you walking.
Show you certain things that move like wind upon the conifers,
Hear the seasons whispering.

I could show you oast houses, look like crooked witches' hats,
And moss-broken barns frequented largely by stray cats,
A kiln no one thought was there, a willow like and woman's tear;
There's a hill outside of Gloucester like the small of your back
Swooping like the small of your back.

I could show you boughs of trees like great, commodious bones,
Weathered hearts a-beating.
Fisher planks spread nimble o'er a river's width of stepping stones,
Waves un-tethered moving.

Do not be so timid, put the water to your toes,
Move out the rocks shining green their weedy throws
Like you've never done before, the glimmer of buried ore,
The waves across the pebbles like your body 'neath your clothes,
Moving like your skin beneath your clothes.

I could show you stones that ache with years of being still,
In the fields just standing.
Spider webs are holding all the dew's autumnal rill,
All the leaves are burning.

A trinity of hours, a through-England race
Make up the miles and darted things less commonplace
Like the burning of bonfires, the roses and tangled briars,
The sap from off the sapling like my blood toward my face,
Rising like my blood toward my face.

I could show you stuff 'round here perchance might make you pause'
I could take you walking.