The Wind Over Fontana - A Graham County Ghost Song

Music by Borrtex -Clean Water Be Upon You
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Lyrics
Clearish lake at wayward rest
Unfurls dark green at its depth
Where those who do not pull a breath
Lie in gardens of whelming death
These steeped banks of Adam’s ale
Plummet down a submerged trail
And storms flow on in mare’s tails.
Chaos is always forever a female.
Here the muddy banks beneath
Hide a forested mountain reef
The silent bottom unsheaths
Lifting its veil of dying leaves
Maple branches, dead, still sway
In currents of her hazel waves
That binding, resting architrave
covering, concealing, the ancient graves
Slowly spirits come untethered
Dropping lonely accipiter feathers
Fathomed from their liquid measure
Leading astray the old bellwether
She’s running strength up the mountain
Unhindered as an undamned fountain
Whether pure or wild wanton
Always leaving never forgotten
Darkness explodes into light
Stars they rise and then collide
Night ghosts lift like dragon kites
Raise your sails. She ignites.
Spirit hovering o’er face of the water
O’er buried stillborn and its mother
O’er farming father and drafted brother
O’er the methhead waifish marauder
For the moon leers with evil eye
But its shine don’t satisfy
For even though this county’s dry
It cooks its own subversive supply
In the night they’re howling, ravenous
A harmony of raging animus
And shots explode out in savageness
Even their father claims it’s an accident
The wind, it blows where it wills
You see its effects back in the hills
Where he is closing in on the kill
Blood splatter shutters a satisfying thrill
A pure white amphetamine
Civil blood makes civil hands unclean
Even where red soaks into green
The trees have eyes, unblinking, unseen
Women are wind, they are not silent
But men by design are strong solid and violent
In ancient grudge new mutiny ferments
And nature was never, never benevolent.