Sacred Objects
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SACRED OBJECTS by Peter Blegvad and Andy Partridge |
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First thing in the morning,
last thing at night,
sacred objects
come to light.
Sacred objects
once were rare,
now you find them
everywhere.
John Henry's hammer
all painted red,
a loaded pistol,
an empty bed,
a cement mixer,
a walking cane,
the arrow on
a weather vane.
A tired bird
flying South,
sounds come from
its open mouth.
Yeah, sing it, tired bird!
A tired bird
to rest its wings
perches on one
of the sacred things.
The light inside them
both is such
that nothing happens
when they touch.
Nothing happens,
when it does
it's almost like something
never was.
The light inside them
both goes out,
and where they were
is now in doubt.
No more is seen
no more is heard
of its sacred perch
or the tired bird.
A veil of silence
now descends,
and like all stories
this one ends.
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