Obviously this is a parody of Butchered Tongue by Hozier
As a child it was the place names
Pushing at me as the first thing
How the mouth must bend and twist
Over hard and sharpened ore
To say Calgary or Windsor, or Prince Edward or Regina,
A home that never was your home at core
———
As a woman cursed to wander through the city
And have my foreign ears screeched at again, "we don't want you around!"
To not know home and not know music yet try to understand
A butcher's tongue that screams that we deserve the ground
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They still starve my blood's people
Kill the workers for bear and bull
They are buried in the bricks
Of the collapsed factories of our home
You may never know your fortune until the distance has been shown
Between what is lost forever and what may yet be grown
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I never trust it when a stranger calls me darling
Because the worst of foes I've bled from sometimes said they were my friends
In a town that's home for only them, with no knowledge of who they've bound
A butcher's tongue that screams that we deserve the ground
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Songs of Longing
PoetryHi. This is where I'll be posting a lot of my songs. Songs about rebellion and justice and pain and heartache and love. I hope you feel as sated from reading them as I have from writing them.
