I was afraid of my own love,
So I pushed it all into the Earth,
Into her gaping mouth my body flowed out,
It hit the ground with a thud and turned the dirt in mud,
It turned the water to wine and all the seeds into vines.
They climbed up and grew then wrapped,
Along the strong hard body of Pine,
Till every single cone broke free to explode into tiny Pine trees,
An avalanche of nectar flowed,
Like the elephant strong and slow,
Like the time and patience it takes for a seed to create a tree.
They may lay dormant for years,
Aborted onto concrete fields,
Then confined to a dark cold thigh,
For fear of what it might yield.
They say that real men smell like Pine,
Or the rough, tough scent of hide,
But in the corner of every Moon Man's room,
You'll find the smell of rusty perfume.
Still deep down inside,
Every man's Moonlight thrives,
And casts its glow on the child who knows,
Not to hide from its light.
Cause even in high heels,
Or big strong boots of steel,
You cannot hide from the Moon,
Or the crow who sings the truth.
The dark closet of magic,
Invokes only the fantastic,
Heal your blackbird cawing,
And feel your pine cone falling.
Fall,
For you,
For you,
Fall.
credits
from Songs From The Land (2021),
released September 17, 2021
Lyrics, music, & vocals: Luis Mojica
Guitars, bass, percussion, and synths: Evan Glen Adams
Recorded, mixed, & mastered: Evan Glen Adams
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016