2022 vinyl repressing of "Dawn", includes a humongous poster containing the Dawn journal book in its entirety printed on both sides.
PRE-ORDER: ships out in late May 2022
Includes unlimited streaming of Dawn
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lyrics
Cold Mountain
Open handed, I tried to live
Among all people, ideas aloft.
Open handed, I read the books.
I learned the histories, I sang the songs
Until mountains bellowed
that my friends are flawed
And not to forget sorrow
and all the other gods
And that my mouth was dirty
and that my ears were clogged
And of course that I’m flawed also,
and then it stopped
Open handed-ness had me in its grasp
Running around
frantically trying to show off my open hands.
“Hope, unhand me!” I finally yelped.
“Let me dwell on bad news. Let me wallow in it.”
So came long nights and hunkering down
And there stood Cold Mountain
with its trickling sound.
When I reached the summit I made no camp
But I unrolled my sleeping bag in the stream
And let the cold water pour in my ears.