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Look closer, down below
It goes down in a spiral
All these marks, everywhere
It narrates me their stories

His innards, like a descending stairway
Surrounded by scars, carved onto its bark

The oak dwarfs all that's below, infected by iron
The oak dwarfs all that's below, infected by cement

Look closer, down below
It grows dark in the spiral

There was a time of abundance and happiness, and I wonder if they are still out there
Somewhere, I hope I will find their trace

And all their stories
Waiting for something

Is there someone
Will I find
Is there someone
Something here

They don't save what you want
When you want them to
They don't write, they don't call
Make you comfortable
Feeling wrong, feeling raw
Feeling sawn in two

I saw you on your way
Lashing out at the fabric of the day
With spots of thorns and clay
Shrieking loud, but the roots won't have a say

A blessing on my mind
The style is kind
And thick the rind

I could have seen the people fall, but Temple

Springdale, brookside
By a chinquapin
Indy whale, tougher hide
In this boat I'm in
Scream and wail, smile wide
You don't know where you've been

Our halt will not be long
See us pass like the fragment of a song
By all the yearly wrong
Youth subsides but the oak is standing strong

Oh won't you shelter me
You may just be
My only plea

Ay, me I'd never stand at all, but Temple

But Temple

Tough tar, tough sound
It's a single road
Gone far, gone found
All invasive woad
From the bar, to the ground
They have fought off the goad

Too soon, moon days
On a city fair
Late June, low haze
Moving in the air
All the ray, all the ways
All the things that we share

The town in salt and fire
City's gone and the tyrant plays the lyre
Accents clear and dire
Biggest branches burning on the pyre

It's what I never saw
The absent law
The leering maw

It must be every man is straw, but Temple

The insect world amid the suns and dew
Awake and hum their tiny songs a new
And climb the tottergrass and blossoms stem
As huge in size as mighty oaks to them
And rushy burnets on the pasture rise
As tall as castles to their little eyes

Each leaf's a town and the smooth meadow grass
A mighty world whose bounds they never pass
E'en spots no bigger than the husbandman's
Or shepherd's noontide dwarf shrunk shadow spans
Or e'en the milkmaid tripping thro' the dew
Each space she covers with her slender shoe

Seem to their view high woods in which they roam
As lorn, lost wand'rers many miles from home,
Creeping up bents and down whole weary hours
And resting oft on the soft breasts of flowers
Till age, in minutes long as years, creeps on
Or waning summer warns them to be gone

In the Ozark hills along the ridges and rills there worked a rough timber jack 
The folks in the woods forget if they could to remember the name of that hack
From dawn to dusk come boom or bust you could hear that frightful sound
Sawdust John's howling laughter another big tree hits the ground

Folks nearby let out a cry John you're starting to vex us 
Rest your blade and leave us some shade before these hills are as bare as Texas
He said  Step aside if you value your hide, you best stay out of my path
When I'm cutting through I might saw you in two and you'll be looking for your better half
He yelled up the holler I'm an Arkansawyer only two things I crave to hold
One's a singing crosscut saw the other's my pay of gold

Back and forth 
He saws to the core  
Through the heartwood
It falls, it's gone
Sawdust John 

Night and day he sawed his way 
Through chinquapin, oak and pine
If I'm the best I will not rest 'till the biggest of them all is all mine
The hills got steeper he cut deeper and deeper to the forest of the ancient trees
In a clearing there stood the king of the woods a giant old hickory

It was ten men wide standing side by side it branches gnarly and strong
It stood so high it tickled the sky in the breeze it whispered this song

Ax and saw, ax and saw 
They tried to cut me to the ground
Sticks and straw, sticks and straw 
I wore them, wore them down 

John turned red shook his fist and said I swear by all I'm worth 
I'm no fool I'll find the tool that will cut through the whole of your girth
In his cabin that night under-a full moon bright John worked like a restless wind 
With anvil and hammer he forged with a clamor two long blades end to end
I'll cut you tonight before the very first light by this tickity-tockity clock
Into cords and ricks and little match sticks you hickory-dickory dock

Back and forth 
He saws to the core  
Through the heartwood
It falls, it's gone
Sawdust John 

Over the hill and glade he drug that blade to the clearing where they first met
He pushed and pulled and pulled and pushed so hard he broke a sweat
For all his might the saw wouldn't bite but he said I'll never quit
He looked up surprised couldn't believe his eyes as that trunk seemed to split

It opened wide and deep inside something glittered in the moonlight
By my measure if that's a treasure I'll be taken it home tonight
He squeezed and squeezed panted and wheezed he wheedled through the wall of bark
He felt something close around him and then John's whole world went dark

Back and forth 
He saws to the core  
Through the heartwood
It falls, its gone
Sawdust John 

Old timers tell how a timber man fell to a tree with a scar in its side
In the hollow beneath there's the saw blades teeth and the men who failed when they tried
All they found of John was the hat he had on and the boots from his feet
And to this day the mountain folks say those hickory nuts taste bitter sweet

Back and forth 
He saws to the core  
Through the heartwood
It falls, its gone
Sawdust John

Just let me make the right decision
I pray I execute the mission
But who fears nuclear fission
You will it just begun
Just let me breathe for a minute I'm a get it right
Been trying to beat the game but side missions left and right
Feels like forever but it's only been a couple nights
Don't need to see I got a spark but I just need a light yeah
To fight the fight
I'm a show my might
Like the wind impose her will on a dandelion
Let's be fruitful let's get right before winter arrive
Come on you know it's always popping around middle of July
Know your left from right
Don't get too excited
Stay on your pivot don't get scared I know this world is frightening
Don't worry I'm right here
Listening to how you feel
Letting you know how I feel
Probably telling you to chill
Even if this world is ending
Let's sit down for a minute
And look at it through these rose colored lenses
Even if this world is ending
Let's sit down for a minute
And look at it through these rose colored lenses
I'm learning how to grow shit before the poles shift
I stay in Texas I don't do well when the cold hit
The backyard got an ancient live oak in it
She dwarf the garden but I might could throw some okra in it
Zone 9B I'll probably do some greens
I want to do a banana tree but I'm worried about the freeze
The fence is kind of low so I ain't start up on the weed yet
Ain't gone be here long enough anyway to grow from seed but
Master the craft pass the knowledge that's how it work
I'm talking about intelligence and life the whole journey
The whole reason you love
The only reason it's worth it
It ain't ever gone be perfect but it's my purpose
Even if this world is ending
Let's sit down for a minute
And look at it through these rose colored lenses