Chris Eckman - Nothing Left To Hate

Scratched in stone
For anyone to read
Everything belongs
And then it leaves

A silence that ain't empty
A blindness that ain't dark
We've been headed south
From the very start

And the road's a shimmer
On a sagebrush sea
Cut between the highlands
And the deadwood trees
And though we started early
We got here real late
And we ain't got nothin' left to hate

Across the stones
Above the flats
Them shadows steal
Deep into our past

And we shake the dead
But some still breathe
Yeah we shake the dead
And some still dream

Smoke from burning tires
Above the squatters camp
He met us at the road
And led us with his lamp

The night gone breathless
The chill gone pure
You know we think too much
Until we think no more

Rock-a-my-soul-in-the-bosom-of-Abraham

Herkesin okumasi icin
Tasa kazidim
Hersey sahipli
Ve sonra terk ediyor

Sezsizlik o kadar bos degil
Korluk o kadar karanlik degil
Ilk basladigimiz yerden
Guneye yol aldik

Yollar parildiyor
Bir adacayi denizin ustunde
Dagliklari boluyor
Ve kurumus agac kutukleri
Erken basladigimizi saniyordum
Buraya cok gec ulastik
Ve geride nefret edecegimiz bisey kalmadi

Kayaliklarin karsisinda
Duzluklerin ustunde
O golgeler gecmisimizin derinliklerini calm is

Ve olumune korktuk
Ama hala biraz nefes aliyoz
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Yanan lastik kokusu
Kampin ustune coreklenmis
O bizle yolda tanisti
Ve feneriyle bize yol gosterdi

Gece nefessiz gecti
Soguk saflasti(dogal,berrak)
Biliyorsun artik dusunemeyenceye kadar
Cok dusunuyoruz

Costur ruhumu
Abrahamin koynunda