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Locomotive

from Private Life by Curlicues

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I left a part of me, I guess
Where the birds ought to fly and coalesce
On city trains we talk of weather
For the war is alive, inked across the morning papers

And it’s like a mystery to be born
The devil’s eye will come to guide me away
It’s like a mystery to be born
We’ll fade to nothing
Of this I’m sure

These bloodied lands grew old together
Decaying borders in time, to trace a path and remember
All the reasons why
Kingdoms come to wax and wane
Rattling through the fog of yesterday

And it’s like a mystery to be born
The devil’s eye will come to guide me away
Oh, it’s like a mystery to be born
We’ll fade to nothing
In the continent’s rotten core

Through the empty streets we drift like snow
Over schoolyard games abandoned long ago
We eye the empty frames of shop windows
Echo the thoughts of men who could not be bought or sold

We’ll rain bullets at the sun
Conjoined in thorny meadows, end what we’ve begun
Razing forests of murderous ivy in flight
Imagination merging faith and candlelight

Disintegration sets the tone
Ashen skulls beneath our feet feed the crows our winter woe
Memory stalks the trees, all painted black,
They whisper tales of a pilgrimage to the frozen sea and back

Keeping time for a new resolution as the church bell rings
I’ll steady myself for the weight of suffering
On and on and on, for this was meant to be,
With the wind across my back, I stare into a pyrrhic victory

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from Private Life, released May 1, 2019

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"Quietly working away, Curlicues has been building an amazing catalogue of delicate, intimate and ambitious folk music."

- Bristol in Stereo

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