song about
mais / maize / corn
WOVEN HAND - MAIZE / 2012
"Samson the sun
stand the hawk
ground
of one who has heard...
smoke fires...flaming fox
kindleth fire in the torches, fire
sendeth he out
into the standing corn,
even unto vineyard -
unto olive
he smiteth them hip and thigh -
right hand and eye
a great great smiting"
THE MOUNTAIN GOATS - MAIZE STALK DRINKING BLOOD / 1999
"Lying in the hot sun today
Watching the clouds run away
Thought a little while about you
The sky was a petrifying blue"
"We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled snuggled him down
By the grandfather bed while I wrote
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day"
JAMES MCMURTRY - 60 ACRES / 2004
"We could plant some maize, we could plant some cotton
We could plant some oats just to see if they'd grow
But I don't like farming, can't take the hours
Don't like a life that goes so slow"
CARRIE NEWCOMER - DO NO HARM/ 2010
"They planted oats and beans and maize
They planted their hearts in the dirt of that place
And they learned to speak of hope and grace
In the language of John Roth"
song about
pennello / brush
non circolano molte canzoni sui pennelli e la cucina.
Ci sono canzoni che citano i pennelli e i colori legati al
loro significato artistico; ma anche la cucina può essere
considerata una forma d'arte, quindi perché no!
Magari queste canzoni furono scritte proprio spennellando
una teglia davanti ad un forno.
Ci sono canzoni che citano i pennelli e i colori legati al
loro significato artistico; ma anche la cucina può essere
considerata una forma d'arte, quindi perché no!
Magari queste canzoni furono scritte proprio spennellando
una teglia davanti ad un forno.
MELT-BANANA - CROW'S PAINT BRUSH / 2007
"I say
Dear painter, he's so lameDon't leave your hand prints
Dear painter, he's so tame
Don't get so freaked out!
Dear painter, he's so brave
Don't fight with my dog
Poor painter
The dog stole your brush
You've got no time to chase
'Cause I'm waiting for you
to mix the colors to make magic!"
STAPLE - RED BRUSH STROKES WAVE GOODBYE / 2004
"Colors do not lie...red brush strokes wave goodbye.
I've looked into your eyes for the last time.
Close those tainted eyes. The view is so amazing with them shut tight.
Seeing your history die, awashed in white."
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