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Wedding Song

Judy Collins

Running for My Life

1980

Allison has pruned and clipped
A sorrow Allison could hide
That Denver soothed and comforted

Each tending to the others need
Tears and smiles looked

Pruned my garden then festered the leaves 
Pruned her garden then festered the leaves
Pruned the garden then festered it's leaves

Did it go away?

the time
Pruned until I am refined
I am breaking all the time
Pruned until I am refined
I am breaking all the time
Pruned until I am refined
I am breaking

Kissed by disorder
Wilted and frayed
Pruned and left a hollow
Cold robotic frame

There’s nothing to prove 
nowhere to hide
Staring straight through

Throw your life away
Suckling pruned decay
Intrude, colossal hemispheres
Induce
Madness
Upon
Him
"Look what you have made me do
It could not have

C Is for Conifers

They Might Be Giants

Here Come the ABC's

2005

It's probably a shrub
A conifer shrub pruned into that shape by someone

Most with cones for seeds
Most with needles for leaves
C is for conifers,

i let them breathe
deep in the ashes
comfort is brought
vacantly minded

complacently 
all hands in fire are
massless and anonymous

pruned with such

Lost our words in it
Pruned all branches
Now we seedless
Lost our guide
The world's contracting
Oceans wide
We'll just give in

Look away from the light

In the shadows of these wet hills
Being pruned until I sit still
Joined a band of charlatans and fools
I've never seen a place so beautiful and cruel

Every Day Is A Miracle

David Byrne

American Utopia

2018

The rose is pruned to a perfect shape
Perfect for whom, I wonder
The chicken thinks in mysterious ways
But beauty is not what we're after

Now

That's taking its time
To transition into transcendence
We deserve
To be wanted
For the right reasons
We deserve
A love
Willing to be pruned
For greater

Pruned in the fire, pruned in the furnace
I know it's hurting, but it's not dangerous
And I know that you're with me, keeping me company
But it's

lotuses
Blossoming throughout the land in profusion
Mercilessly pruned by imperial forces

abide in you
Clinging to the vine
I'm revived and renewed
Losing every branch
That I need removed
I'm pruned to bear much fruit
I'm alive when I abide in

grapevine
Sometimes you got to trim your grapevine
Sometimes

First fruit was tender and sweet Pruned and cleaned but something started to creep
Pulled your

brand new again
After He pruned back the branches
Thank you God for the victory you've promised me

I've been living in season of isolation
I've been

you.

Tears stream down a face,
A strand of hair out of place, 
Blood droplets from an opened wound, 
Stubborn branches getting pruned,
All these things

The shadow rests it's weary head

Wept until pruned
It's body assumed
The position of defeat forever

Walking circles in a forest light

Oh shadow, spread wings and fly
I know my name
The branch, is pruned and hurled
Into the flame

In dazzling light and warming air
I tread the new grown

makes me a fool
Worried I'm not enough for you
It's dangerous to feel like this

I cooked, I drove, I kept the orchard pruned
It's how I kept my hands

THERE’S PEOPLE IN THIS FUCKED UP TOWN
IN NEED OF SOMETHING PRUNED
THE PROMINENCE OF HARBOURED WASTE
AN ABSENCE OF REFUTE


THERE'S REASON
TO LYNCH

I've pruned all the apples
And hauled brush away
Manured the currants
And seeded the hay
Spring work is over
And summer has come
I sure hope

cbandoned derelict
cathedral of the heart

corpse flower blooming
screaming mandrake
pruned by the botanist foul

pleasures unyielding
severed at the stalk

the
big wheels turning
And rows of identical,
perfectly-pruned plants

The vibrant green grows
The silver giants know
The right amount of everything
for