Butchered Tongue-Hozier

[ti:Butchered Tongue] [ar:Hozier] [al:Unreal Unearth] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.38]Butchered Tongue - Hozier [00:01.27]Lyrics by：A. Hozier-Byrne [00:02.45]Composed by：A. Hozier-Byrne [00:03.61]Produced by：Jennifer Decilveo/A. Hozier-Byrne [00:13.82]As a child it was the place names [00:17.09]Singin' at me as the first thing [00:21.89]How the mouth must be employed in every corner of itself [00:28.92]To say "Appalacicola" or "Hushpukena" like "Gweebarra" [00:37.50]A promise softly sang of somewhere else [00:43.48]And as a young man blessed to pass so many road signs [00:50.14]And have my foreign ear made fresh again on each unlikely sound [00:57.36]But feel at home hearin' a music that few still understand [01:03.86]A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground [01:11.25]The ears were chopped from young men if the pitch cap didn't kill them [01:19.04]They are buried without scalp in the shattered bedrock of our home [01:26.40]You may never know your fortune [01:29.76]Until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever [01:35.02]And what can still be known [01:39.23]So far from home to have a stranger call you "Darling" [01:45.98]And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand [01:52.79]In some town that just means 'Home' to them [01:56.68]With no translator left to sound [01:59.73]A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground