We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Field Song

from California Bound by Michael Mazochi

/

lyrics

I met a blind man who walked in the shadows
He’d poke and he’d prod until the night would fall lame
On the pallet of justice he’d wave his black pen
Saying “Night holds no meaning for me”

I met a young child stillborn in the meadow
Screaming “How can I live in a world full of blame”
As urgency fell through her words like a hammer
Her troubles too many to name

Now the son of the daughter of the preacher’s white robe
Was shouting that only the night would complain
On the robe there was stitching from the hangman’s white hood
Among the seams of ageless difference

The blackbird of virtue stands patiently near
Among silently sweeping soft soldiers of song
Songs of the railroad and songs of the fields
To be passed to their children at daybreak

Now the lawbook of death holds no deals of mercy
No questions of truth or of doors not to open
And the princess of tremble can shake as she may
But shaking cannot buy your freedom

It was then that I knew that the world held some mercy
For truth in pursuit of the goodness of time
So I spoke my words softly to the child in the meadow
“the aim of your life is of living”

credits

from California Bound, released October 1, 2006

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Michael Mazochi Los Angeles, California

Started folky, got rocky, then digitized.

contact / help

Contact Michael Mazochi

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like Michael Mazochi, you may also like: