'Blood', from the incredible album "The recordings of The Middle East".


older brother, restless soul, lie down
lie for a while with your ear against the earth
and you hear your sister sleep talking
say your hair is long but not long enough to reach home to me
but your beard
some day might be

and she woke up in a cold sweat on the floor
next to a family portrait drawn when you were four
and beside jar of two cent coins that are no good no more
she'll lay it aside

older father, weary soul, you'll drive
back to the home you made on the mountain side
with that ugly, terrible thing, those papers for divorce and a lonely ring.
a lonely ring
sit on your porch
and pluck your strings

and you'll find somebody you can blame
and you'll follow the creek that runs out into the sea
you'll find the peace of the Lord

grandfather, gentle soul, you'll fly
over your life once more before you die
since our grandma passed you've waited for forever and a day
just to die
and some day soon
you will die

it was the only woman you ever loved
that got burnt by the sun too often when she was young
and the cancer spread and ran into her body and her blood
and there is nothin you can do about it now (less info)