The Death of Two Octobers
And the anger burns through. It sparks so strong, less personal than Potential; in these moments we’re a vessel.
Except for the poems in Appendix B … which we have to admit are rather personal.
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Video recorded on Welcome Hill in West Chesterfield, New Hampshire.
Audio recorded in Osprey’s Eyrie, North Carolina and Foxy’s Room, South Carolina.
Death of October
and the trees are stripped bare
suddenly
when you could, you could, you could
be a god
right along with me
the prouder they stand (in your bed)
the harder they fall
the louder they demand (in your bed)
the harder they fall
the crowd in their hands (in your bed)
the harder they fall
let them fall away (from me)
Death of October
and Queendoms rise
in my eyes (we can)
when we could, we could, we could
we could, we could (we can)
we could (we can)
we could (we go on)
(we can)