Fertilizer

by Harvest

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released 22 April 2011

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Track Name: Fertilizer
I am blessed that You are here with the
wind of Your breath
tells countless of stories
of the seas You crossed
that are made of my pride
that stretch farther
than I thought You would bother

To see You on a hilltop
Your whole body all propped
against an unnourished tree
You watered the hilltop for me

And You forget everything
I’ve ever done against
You forget everything
I’ve ever done against
You forget everything
I’ve ever done against
You forget everything
I’ve ever done and I’ll

Love You, love You, love You forever
Love You, love You, love You forever
Love You, love You, love You forever
Love You, Love You


Wo-o-o-a-e-oh, Whe-ew-ew
Track Name: The Breadwinner
Breadwinner

And I’ll work
until my hands bleed
like Yours did
like my kids knees
when he scraped them

And I wasn’t there to see it
but You there to see mine
and now I never have the time to drop by

Lonely men that walk
(lonely men that walk)
Carpel tunnel calling
Ce will take their hands
(we will take their hands)
And wrap them ‘round your belly
We will sing Your song
(we will sing Your song)
We will sing Your song
(we will sing Your song)
Until our breath refills

And I will never see my children
but in my peripherals
they may cry and they may beg but
they will never argue if I fill their wallets
never make them happy like a dollar bill could

(lonely)
Lonely men that walk
(lonely men that walk)
Carpel tunnel calling
Ce will take their hands
(we will take their hands)
And wrap them ‘round your belly
We will sing Your song
(we will sing Your song)
We will sing Your song
(we will sing Your song)
Until our breath refills

It’s like your going through a tunnel
at the end there
at the end there is no light though
and any bright you see
is comin’ from behind ya
so whydontcha* turn around and face it
although your corneas might hate it at first
when your eyes adjust
you’ll see what you wanted all along
when your eyes adjust
you’ll see we’re all children after all


*booya
Track Name: Painting
Painting

And I am a whore
drawn to the shore of bad consequence
where there is warmth for pain
and food for comfort

I came from the north
where I was waist deep in my own pain
I was waist deep in the mess
that I had made

And if I am a bird
then You are a strong breeze
if we are Your children
then You are our story

You call us away, away, away,
from the coast line
(away, away, away, from the coastline)
towards, towards, towards,
the ocean
(towards, towards, towards, the ocean)
‘cos when I am sane
and in my devotion
is where I need You the most

‘Cos in the south there are
warmers waters and soft knees
and there are
drunker farmers and palm leaves

And there’ll be sunshine
there’ll be fun rhymes on your teeth
and they will knock all the bitter
the ugly, the concrete

And if I am a bird
then You are a soft breeze
if we are Your children
then You are our story

We’re comin’ away, away, away,
from the coast line
(away, away, away, from the coastline)
towards, towards, towards,
the ocean
(towards, towards, towards, the ocean)
‘cos when I am sane
and in my devotion
is where I need You the most

‘Cos this is the brushstroke on the sands of the oceanfront
and the further I’m away the more I see what you paint
‘cos I’m coughing up the blood that You have paid for
but my coffin was the wood that The Cross was made of
and I am a fool when I am way too busy
and I forget that I am still unworthy

And that’s the point
that You are God
and I am not
and You are strong

And I’m floating on the boat of which You made
the wood of which my debt of death was paid on

And if I am a bird
then You are a strong breeze
if we are Your children
we know You are coming

You’re coming away, away, away,
from the ocean
(away, away, away, from the ocean)
towards, towards, towards,
the coastline
(towards, towards, towards, the coastline)
‘cos when I am sane
and in my devotion
is where I need You the most

I came from the north,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the poor,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the porn,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the north,
Your winds will carry me south

I came from the shore,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the poor,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the porn,
Your winds will carry me south
I came from the bored,
Your winds will carry me
Away, Away, Away from the coastline