Alba s touto skladbou:
12 Play,
Remains (Compilation album),
BYO Split Series Volume V (Split Album),
Gratitude,
Sadie
White coat
You carry me home
And bury this bone
And take this pinecone
Bury this bone
To gnaw on it later, gnaw on the telephone
'Till then, we pray and suspend
The notion that these lives do never end
And all day long we talk about mercy
Lead me to water Lord, I sure am thirsty
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you
Up in the clouds where he almost heard you
And all that we built
And all that we breathed
And all that we spilt
Or pulled up like weeds
Is piled up in back
And it burns irrevocably
We spoke up in turns
'Till the silence crept over me
Bless you
And I deeply do
No longer resolute
And I call to you
But the water go so cold
And you do lose
What you don't hold
This is an old song
These are old blues
And this is not my tune
But it's mine to use
And the seabirds
Where the fear once grew
Will flock with a fury
And they will bury
What'd come for you
And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
You and I, and a love so tender
Is stretched-on the hoop where I stitch-this addage
"Bless her house and her heart so savage."
And all that I want
And all that I need
And all that I've got
Is scattered like seed
And all that I knew
Is moving away from me
And all that I know
Is blowing like tumbleweed
And the mealy worms
In the brine will burn
In a salty pyre
Among the fauns and ferns
And the love we hold
And the love we spurn
Will never grow cold
Only taciturn
And I'll tell you tomorrow
Oh Sadie, go on home now
And bless those who've sickened below
And bless us who have chosen so
And all that I've got
And all that I need
I tie in a knot
And I lay at your feet
And I have not forgot
But a silence crept over me
So dig up your bone
Exhume your pinecone, Sadie
