LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeButchered Tongue
As a child it was the place namesSingin' at me as the first thingHow the mouth must be employed in every corner of itselfTo say "Appalacicola" or "Hushpukena", like "Gweebarra"A promise softly sung of somewhere elseAnd as a young man blessedto pass so many road signsAnd have my foreign ear made fresh againon each unlikely soundBut feel at homeHearin' a music that few still understandA butchered tongue still singin' here above the groundThe ears were chopped from young menif the pitch cap didn't kill themThey are buried without scalpin the shattered bedrock of our homeYou may never know your fortuneUntil the distance has been shown betweenwhat is lost foreverAnd what can still be knownSo far from hometo have a stranger call you, "Darling"And have your guarded heart be liftedlike a child up by the handIn some town that just means 'Home' to themWith no translator left to soundA butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground
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