Gyspy Wind from Old Overhaul by The Desert Kind

You can gather tea leaves and roll up your silver threads,
or you can change the trade winds and dry-up the watershed.
We can bless this silence, because the silence hurts,
and we can choose our lovers, our lovers are the curse.

You can walk the East creek or get lost in the oaks,
or you can run the soft sands on the golden coast.
I will dance the Uinta all the way to Santa Fe,
and I will dust off our sandals when we see the rain again.

You will remember me chasing the golden hills at dusk.
While those fires are burning, your heart it fills with lust.
Yeah sure, my family will miss me and my lovers will mourn,
but I send for the torches and watch the fires burn.

• Folk
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• Portland