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"As easy as throwing a chain 'round the moon"
I'm guessing that that's what he meant
When ending his talk in that late afternoon
He'd got it, one hundred percent
They rested in silence with hoods on their heads
Like characters out of the Klan
And then it came to me, from under their threads
The sound of the Poulterer's man
All four of them stood by the shimmering light
Like ghosts from the silvery screen
With faces of chalk, they were there to indict
Debase and defile and demean
When everything else had been taken away
Their task of rebuilding began
And what would be left by the end of the day?
The sound of the Poulterer's man
We'll argue 'round whether it's virtue or age
I don't think it matters at all
But sometimes you have to get out of the cage
Climb to the top of the wall
And look to your days in those dizzying streets
Where something or nothing began
Then study the silence, then learn to repeat
The sound of the Poulterer's man
It starts with a rattle of wheel upon stone
And senses so hard to explain
That wheedle and wound as they cut to the bone
And then it starts over again
But this time the rattle is quiet and mute
The poison remains in the can
There's time to recover, there's time to reboot
The sound of the Poulterer's man
If I'd have been anxious, if I'd been obsessed
I'd never have started to climb
When something's important, it must be addressed
I've known that for most of my time
With light flooding in from a faltering sky
The rest of their day over-ran
"Now open the hatches!" We all heard the cry
The sound of the Poulterer's man
When all that the earth had to offer was good
We gratefully drank from the well
And mostly believed that we knew where we stood
Or kidded ourselves we could tell
Those toxins that eddy and swirl in the mire
Will show up again where they can
And as for the rest? We can only admire
The sound of the Poulterer's man
When all that the earth had to offer was good
We gratefully drank from the well
And mostly believed that we knew where we stood
Or kidded ourselves we could tell
Those toxins that eddy and swirl in the mire
Will show up again if they can
And as for the rest? We can only admire
The sound of the Poulterer's man