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a lazarus soul - wooden is the altar lyrics

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[verse 1]
in its natural state this island was defended by the trees
guided by the rebel broad+leaved natives
to flush out the dissenters that were hiding there beneath
they introduced a species so invasive
robbed us of our quiv ourship, the timber crossed the sea
the well+dressed gentleman with genocidal tendencies
but in rebel safe houses, ‘neath the thatch+proof canopy
where sparks a+lied waiting to be blazes

[chorus]
don’t climb on the timber stack, the timber stack could roll
one slip and you’ll be covered by the dead and riser polls
don’t climb on the timber stack, the timber takes its toll
when a country gets sold, the timber and turf is gold

[verse 2]
and every independence needs a self+sufficiency
to wean it off the tit of those enslaved them
the midland mossy gold dust, that was there beneath our feet
the mother lode when the nation’s heart was starved of labour

this ocean wounded wilderness where parishers would meet
and count the cost of winter over sandwiches and tea
but the steel took in an hour what the clan could in a week
and the face of the parishioners grew paler
[chorus]
don’t claim on the turf stack, for the turf stack it could fold
it warmed the walls in winter and it kept us off the dole
don’t climb on the timber stack, the timber takes its toll
when a country gets sold, the timber and turf is gold

[verse 3]
the rest was felled for grazing from the air, it’s all green fields
our cloth was cut and tailored around what the land could yield
forgotten were the days when cronaherin was our shield
and only rumour mills were heard on port egmona

when i wander natural corridors i feel a wild relief
when i cross the faustian fen then something ancient is released
but to see the turf and timber piled and shrouded in a grief
wooden is the altar at a funeral for the trees

[chorus]
don’t climb on the timber stack, the timber stack could roll
one slip and you’ll be covered by the dead and riser polls
don’t climb on the timber stack, the timber takes its toll
when a country gets sold, the timber and turf is gold
when a country gets sold, the timber and turf is gold



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