Singing For The Pharaoh

I’m singing for the pharaoh

And I’m setting out alone

Down a vast unending furrow

To the sound of pick on stone

Hiding from our essential natures yeah we

Shrink back from the bone

Well I’m singing for the pharaoh

But I’m sickening for home

Can this voice carry seeds?

Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds?

Can this voice carry seeds?

At night my dreams are full alive

With root tips and filaments

See the blush of dawn in a crow filled sky

And I take these sacraments

Gonna burrow like a beetle

Into the high vaulted beams of governance

Yeah I’m wading through the treacle

Using my incoherence as evidence

Can this voice carry seeds

Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds

Can this voice carry seeds

Meanwhile deception weaves its spell and

Who knows where? Who knows when?

Let’s start again

Who knows where? Who knows when?

So

It’s a day like any other

For the breakers of rocks and the pickers of locks

For the spenders and the lenders

And the grim-faced descenders

And the riders of aftershocks

Well I’m singing for the pharaoh

But my spirit has taken to the hills

Where the gulls are white

And the sky is bright

And the plough has reopened

The field’s red gills

Let’s start again

Who knows where? Who knows when?

Let’s start again

Who knows where? Who knows when?

Let’s start again

Who knows where? Who knows when?

Let’s start again

Let's start again

Can this voice carry seeds?

Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds?

Can this voice carry seeds?

Can I seal this heart when the creature feeds?