All of This Is Chance
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Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato gatherers like mechanised scarecrows
Move along the side fall of the hill
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the mushroom gatherers like majestic scarecrows
Skip along the side fall of the hill
Watch him, watch him, that man on the hill
Whose spirit is a wet sack flapping about the knees of time
He lives that his little fields may stay fertile
When his own body is spread in the bottom of a ditch
Under two coulters crossed in Christ's name
Be easy
Come with me imagination into this iron house
And we'll watch from the doorway the years run by
And we'll know what the peasant's left hand wrote on the page
Be easy October
No cackle hen, horse neigh, tree sow, duck quack
No cackle hen, horse neigh, tree sow, duck quack
Moon, walk on the moon, eat with the stars
Try and touch the sun
Burn, burn, burn
Child, stars in her eyes, eat with her hands
Falling from the skies
Turn, turn, turn
See a boy in a field, dig with his hands
Pearls from the soil
Learn, learn, learn
The soil itself will turn on me
Say son you're destined for many things
Soil itself did turn for me
Mycelium sang to me from the springs
I saw every colour underneath the sun
Turn around the shapes beneath the moon
I flew through a halo in Antarctica
On the coldest day the South Pole knew
And all that is is chance as any chance is chance
As chance it is we end up in the womb
But when I was evicted, love I never knew
I was allowed to leave the iron room
To realise we're guided by the vaguest shade of scenes
Yet notice we still notice that is not where we begin
Are you frightened of dying?
Are you frightened of the dead?
Are you frightened of living?
Yet you don't live instead
Here, bird in a tree, tree in a cage
Never use his wings
Sing, sing, sing