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the neutral uncaring grey of stone. Roots can only take grasp and feed upon the corporeal. No mystical. No spiritual. No supernatural.

December Flower

In Flames

1993-2011

2016

the bleakest of powders 
Lie rooted to the starched stones 
And roots that feed the peaking trees 
Embrace the sleeping shores 

Archaic pearls of sleep

Lone,
Are rustling branches
The teal colour tone
Gushes out from the lake

Some
With blushing dances
Are moving the stones
Roots are weaving a mesh

life still remains

Over me washes
The peach colored sky
Embraces

Turning over every stone
Pulling root from root
I want to be here

Wounds to the sun

Hand of Stone

Mastodon

Blood Mountain

2006

To kill the shepherd
Just to see his face
Heed the warning
Ingest the rotten bone
The hand that falters
The hand that turns to stone
Chew on the root

Land of the palm trees,
Where Our Roots Grow Deep into stone
Land of the palm trees,
Where Our Roots Grow Deep into stone

Here we stand
While all

In the valley of your heart, made of dust.
 All your golden keys are full of rust. 
The stone roots on the floor belong to you. 
Even all your tears

trapped a lie
The knife is sharpened, the air is dry
So hollow out
This ripening fruit
The shell remains
And the stone takes root
A season change
They slash

God Was in the Water

Bonnie Raitt

iTunes Originals

2005

God was in the water that day
Pickin' through the roots and stones
Trippin' over sunken logs
Tryin' not to make his presence known

God was in

A gift to man from holy green fields
A gift to find dreams made of stone
Roots risin up the golden ceiling
Inside the temple of green gods
It's time

with your golden stream
Into a clear field
Into a cold sea
You washed stones
You washed roots
Wash me too
A sinful creature

Winter came and cast it's only stone
Roots are twisted, ivy is overgrown
Shelves of earth are just within our reach
We'll be aiming to make it through

strength

Word up
In triples in stone
Beyond the bone
Root, Trunk and Leaf

I dove in the Lotus' Swamp
Tea of St. Herbs
Thieves dress like thieves

Word up

the end that your god has flown

Or all alone he sank like a stone
Took root where he fell and started to grow

Blooming beyond us like the promise

has worn away the hardest stone
Flinching roots lie hand in hand, how the sullen river parts its land
But still the moments stretch forever
Still,

I was born in a deep forest
I wish I could live here all my life
I am made from stones and roots
My home, these woods and roads

All my life I

Dry, the soul beneath coiled tines
Catching light, idle germs ignite
Drink in the day, perennial, stand and defy
Roots and stones

Turning the inside

the clouds and up to the sky
And I'm jumping sometimes stumbling over stones and roots on the way
On the way
When I'm lying I keep on moving till I find my

that grow
Fields of wheat and roads of dirt
Simple life with honest work
Memories left in the churchyard stone
Small town roots burn deep to the bone

worth, covered in dirt. So much pride pours out every time that you break the earth. There was nothing but stone and root in the ground at first. Begs

Arise, ancient stones! Fasten each other with roots and turned into bones.
Dark endless night! Wait for old creatures, to rein a black light!
Waits

I see you
I feel you
I smell you
I taste you
I hear you
I'm near you
Recoil
I'll waste you

Seeing Unbeing
The roots of the stone
His Royal Her foil

Darkness falls
Where light dares 
Not tread 
In Udûn

All hope is 
Forsaken

Cries of the fallen
Echo through the stone
Despair takes root
Feeding

and your speaking
You have spoken for everything
Robbed me of my strangerhood, made me one
With the root and gull and stone
And because I sleep so near