Body

Arms
So __arm__ in __arm__, we'll run towards that pair And we as they, joined and double-threaded And __arms__ flung wide, we'll run towards that pair And never fear that which once we dreaded.

Farewell Sorrow, //Farewell Sorrow//

Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine. Link __arms__ and join our lusty chorus ... For I'm pledged to a girl who will soon be my wife. Link __arms__ and join our lusty chorus

Join our Lusty Chorus, //Farewell Sorrow//

I had a sip of the King's wine, the King's wine, I had a sip of the King's wine, down by the sea Then I fell asleep in the King's __arms__, the King's __arms__, I fell asleep in the King's __arms__, down by the sea

I Had a Kiss of the King's Hand, //The Amber Gatherers//

The Lord lends his __arm__ in an __answer__ of prayer For the womb that begets and the worm that devours So bring yourself into a pasture of rapture A new world will rise from the ruins of ours

The Merry Wake, unreleased

We send those fell catastrophists with grasping fists and fiery eye To take whichever way they list your craven __arms__ and brazen thighs

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Bleed, blood, bloody
I had a daughter and a son, But in the undergrowth I lost them. For I am made of __blood__ and bone, And they are made of bud and blossom

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, //Farewell Sorrow//

Let me lie and __bleed__ awhile, let me lie and __bleed__ a while, Let me lie and __bleed__ awhile, I will rise and fight again

Let me Lie and Bleed Awhile, //The Amber Gatherers//

I saw the very sire of hell himself Rallying his __bloody__ commonwealth The work I do will line his coffers well The work I do will guild the halls of hell

I Have a Charm, //The Amber Gatherers//

For all the penitents in Hell and the celebrants in Heaven And you'll kneel in the crowded marketplace and draw your vast Mandala For Zoroaster and Mithras, Jehovah and for Allah A tithe of skin, a toll of bone, a __bloody__ libel burning In Jericho and Babylon, eternally returning

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

The hazel forked three ways in my hand Three ways in my __blood__ Three ways in my mind

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

Well I took to the drink as if seeking a bog to be mired in To join with the oak and join with the pine in their __blood__ oath

Coral & Tar, //The Wyrd Meme//

And she a youngling in her bud The green wood waxes early She's lain with one too near in __blood__ Where the deer go running yearly-o

Brother Seed, unreleased

Sing the friar of denial, the abbot of unreason Those shepherds of the nation making long and lonely moan, moan, moan Those hunters (haunters?) of the hinterland who make such bold oration Who keep such ugly vigil of our flesh and __blood__ and bone, bone, bone

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

The amaranth and tormentil To speed his __blood__ and see him heal The centaury and celandine To lay upon his __open__ shrine And last of all the __mistletoe__ Bane of oak and Baldur's woe With mastery of every foe In whichsoever land he go

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, //Revenge of the Folksingers//

It's an untrue womb where __bloodlines__ end Though every vein runs open And none may leave the untrue womb The hymen is unbroken

And only one born in the caul Can leave the untrue womb-o And he makes note to bear his pall The __bloodline__ goes with him

The Untrue Womb, //First Edition//

Body
My __body__ was your instrument of lust My __body__ was your instrument of lust Your __body__ was my instrument of lust Your __body__ was my instrument of lust

Come, My Darling Polly, //Farewell Sorrow//

Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready, Though there's no warlike bone in all my __body__

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

Dighty's long and Dighty's deep Dighty's mirk and dreary-o In Dighty water now does sleep The __body__ of our dearie-o

Dighty Burn, //Dighty Burn 7"//

Bone
"I will squeeze your lungs like the bellows of an organ, And blow on your __bones__ like the pipes. With a rat-a-tat-tat on your skull like a drum, A rat-a-tat-tat on your skull"

I Fell in Love, //Farewell Sorrow//

I had a daughter and a son, But in the undergrowth I lost them. For I am made of blood and __bone__, And they are made of bud and blossom.

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, //Farewell Sorrow//

Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready, Though there's no warlike __bone__ in all my body

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

For Zoroaster and Mithras, Jehovah and for Allah A tithe of skin, a toll of __bone__, a bloody libel burning In Jericho and Babylon, eternally returning

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

Sing the friar of denial, the abbot of unreason Those shepherds of the nation making long and lonely moan, moan, moan Those hunters (haunters?) of the hinterland who make such bold oration Who keep such ugly vigil of our flesh and blood and __bone__, __bone__, __bone__

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

It's wood that we ne'er been ?? and shared the self same dribble bib And laid together in one crib, fleshless hide to __bony__ rib

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Breast
But still I remember the things that you taught me, A man will be armed, and will wear the King's crest, And the weakness of the head is the jewel of a woman, So she shall repose with a babe at her __breast__

I Am a Young Man, //Farewell Sorrow//

Then Joy fell slowly out of focus To meet with Grief in the Elysian Meres From out her __breast__ there grew a broken crocus From Grief there grew a rosary of tears

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

Well, peak will drop to meet with trough And lack will crack and be enough And Mother, all your __breasts'__ milk will be sour

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Now the death moth is jawlessly gnawing And clawing my bairnie from me While the fumbling gums of the nurse maid Are wasting the __breast__ of Mo Chroi

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Brow
This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must understand I see him, I see him come running, a fire whisk all in his right hand This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must know by now I see him, I see him come running a hexagram all etched on his __brow__

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

And the one from whom I kept my raking From whom I crept when day was breaking Upon her __brow__ before awakening I lay a last lamenting kiss

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

And I saw the boy of blazing __brow__ take to rood like groom to bride With muckle strength and muckle pride Proclaim with voice like thunderbolt

And the boy of blazing __brow__ on the rood, on the rood And the boy of blazing __brow__ on the rood And the boy of blazing __brow__ before whom every knee must bow And the boy of blazing __brow__ on the rood

I Saw the Boy of Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

Well I met with one, her eyes so long deprived of daylight And on her brow, on her __brow__ she wore all the woes of Zion

Bring Me the Glass, unreleased

Caul
And only one born in the __caul__ Can leave the untrue womb

The Untrue Womb, //First Edition//

Chamberlye
And we'll see three cities form and rise and crumble down to fine dust We'll see the Burghers turn and fly and the Devil take the hindmost Embalm one half in __chamberlye__ and abandoned in some gully

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

Chest
Knife is in __chest__, poison in horn Famine and pest and babies unborn

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Cum
Then coming from an old mash tun I heard the sound of a young man __cum__ I paused awhile and gazed inside The __come__ was mine, the man was I

So Bored was I (Dark Triad), //Spoils//

Ear
The shackled harper sang her song And the stone-__eared__ feasters sang along

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

Eye
Then I saw a woman changing From a woman to a gosling Then I saw a woman changing Before my __eyes__

I Went Hunting, //Farewell Sorrow//

And now the cruel war is on, she brings me a son, And I know some foreign one has been with her, lying. I know by his cradle cry, I know by his whine, I know by the black of his __eye__, he's no son of mine.

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

Where does the River Rhine rise? Where does the River Rhine rise? Where does the River Rhine rise? It rises in her __eyes__

When I look in her __eyes__ I see the River Rhine ... And the Clyde inside the River Rhine And so her __eyes__ in mine

Where does the River Rhine rise? Where does the River Rhine rise? Where does the River Rhine rise? It rises in her __eyes__

River Rhine, //The Amber Gatherers//

I came to the foot of the High-Low Stair Something gave a twinkle in my __eye__

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

And it's so the heart sees and the eye bright Oh the heart sees and the __eye__ bright Growing in the glade of twilight Twined with myrtle scythed at dawn

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

Arise, arise, my clansmen all address a thousand healers Those workers of the evil __eye__ will tremble and they'll fear us

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Well I met with one, her __eyes__ so long deprived of daylight And on her brow, on her brow she wore all the woes of Zion

Bring Me the Glass, unreleased

We send those fell catastrophists with grasping fists and fiery __eye__ To take whichever way they list your craven arms and brazen thighs

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Hair
"Of your yellow __hair__, I will fashion a bow To scrape out a tune on your heart Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills To pluck on your veins like a harp"

I Fell in Love, //Farewell Sorrow//

And she gave me the wreath and she sang like a starling, My fingers intwined in her feathery __hair__, But she shrugged me away and said Alasdair, darling, When a song's on the wind it belongs to the air

The Whole House is Singing, //Farewell Sorrow//

And they summoned you and you were there The moon lighting your silver __hair__ You rose above the rowan trees And this is what you said to me

I Walked Abroad in Evil Hour, //Farewell Sorrow//

Hand
And you can pray, pray and pray for life. But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this, That Life is but Death's own right-__hand__ man In every piece of his own left-__hand__ business

Farewell Sorrow, Farewell Sorrow

And the beauty of the singing, All along the valley ringing, And the beauty of the singing Stayed my __hand__

I Went Hunting, Farewell Sorrow

Down by the sea, knee-deep in seaweed, I had a kiss of the King's __hand__, down by the sea I had a kiss of the King's __hand__, the King's __hand__, I had a kiss of the King's __hand__, down by the sea

I reached below his sleeve to find As ordinary a __hand__ as mine It had four fingers and a thumb, And a __wedding band__ on one

I Had a Kiss of the King's Hand, The Amber Gatherers

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow? How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung? I'll give you the grip of my __hand__, I'll give you my word, He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

I went down to the hazel grove And we'll all go down together The hazel forked three ways in my __hand__ Three ways in my blood Three ways in my mind

Hazel Forks, Spoils

And so I left her, and there I left her Under no enchantment Under no enchantment but my own An __empty-handed__ hunter An __empty-handed__ hunter coming home

Under No Enchantment (But My Own), Spoils

The hallucinator just looked and laughed The king of time he's dragged her from the ocean Stood her there to drip and dry And he's led her by the __hand__ Back to her island still alone As you or I

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, The Wyrd Meme

Willie chose to walk abroad To walk the path of folly-o Within his lily __hand__ was clawed Some other lairnie's dolly-o

Dighty Burn, Dighty Burn 7"

Light the need-fire, oh light the need-fire Light the need-fire and the flame of bale With narrow tapers in the cold __hands__ of the dying Hallowed candles in the warm __hands__ of the hale / Waxen candles in the warm __hands__ of the hale Candles in the warm hands of the hale

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, Revenge of the Folksingers

This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must understand I see him, I see him come running, a fire whisk all in his right __hand__ This is the realm of the Earl-king, my friend, you must understand I see him, I see him come running the cairo all in his left __hand__

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

And joy to those who celebrate the breaking up of weapons Who take a stand or raise a __hand__ against all coming slaughter And joy to those who strive to give a voice to those with none The fosterer of errant son and ward of wild daughter

Song Composed in December, unreleased

The ranter, the shaker, the wife of the quaker Under the cypress tree all join __hands__ The glum undertaker will bring to his maker Their bodies relieved of all tiresome demands

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Then the fiddlng taylor, he sewed for me some new, new road clothes And he took off into the woods alone And he left me with a ruby in the __hand__

The Ruby in the Hawthorn, unreleased

Head
But still I remember the things that you taught me, A man will be armed, and will wear the King's crest, And the weakness of the __head__ is the jewel of a woman, So she shall repose with a babe at her breast

I Am a Young Man, //Farewell Sorrow//

Whosoever draws my bath, I will wallow Whoever draws my bath, I will wallow And whensoever nods my __head__, I will go to bed Whenever nods my __head__, I will go to bed

Where Twines the Path, //The Amber Gatherers//

I will now reveal the name they made: "The asphodel and the lily red The daffodil has lost its __head__ A bloom of dread, a bloom of dread The newlywed and the nearly dead"

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

And the one with whom I broke a bed vow Her __head__ inclines to the piano There upon our neck so narrow I lay a first fragmenting kiss

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

They've all come to dance, come to dance in the courtyard of the day But I could not see the scandal when the trance was in my __head__

Scandal and Trance, unreleased

And Sly was he, oh he was a man So fond of me, but more fond of a dram And he was the __head__ of this terrible clan And "touch not the cat" was their slogan

Peacock Strut, unreleased

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing? What cares the snow for the summer's thaw? Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion? Or the __heads__ of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Here's to you, here' s to you Gilly Rouen Here's to you, here's to you Marry Gan And to you, and to you Donal Piburn Come march at the __head__ of the clan

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Heart
Of your yellow hair, oh, I will fashion a bow To scrape out a tune on your __heart__ Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills To pluck on your veins like a harp"

I Fell in Love, //Farewell Sorrow//

They dowsed themselves into a tangle Called themselves a hazel bush They snarled so sweet and incomplete That they stole the __heart__ of a little song thrush

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

The folks who are only trying for to turn an honest shilling Their burly brawn is willing and their perfect minds are blown, blown, blown The Good Lord gave them violence to deliver in his honour The Bad Lord gave them violence to deliver in his stead Their __hearts__ will never falter on the altars of the martyrs Their __heart__ will not be bartered in the marketplace of dread, dread, dread

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

And it's so the heart sees and the eye bright Oh the __heart__ sees and the eye bright Growing in the glade at twilight Twined with myrtle scythed at dawn

The Hidden Sin, unreleased

Fitful to trade was a sharpener of blades You never saw one so venal A barrel of ash where his __heart__ should have been A bramble in place of a brain-o

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Hide
It's wood that we ne'er been ?? and shared the self same dribble bib And laid together in one crib, fleshless __hide__ to bony rib

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Hymen
It's an untrue womb where bloodlines end Though every vein runs open And none may leave the untrue womb The __hymen__ is unbroken

The Untrue Womb, //First Edition//

Legs
One year I ran and ran and ran In the east and the south and the north and the west And it's only when I finally came to rest Did I realise I had no __legs__ ... "I'm no cripple, I'm not lame No, I'm just looking for my __legs__ I'm just looking for my __legs__" ... Up the shale and down the scree Wondering where those __legs__ could be And in the gallery so vast Ambassadors were breaking fast And when I asked they looked aghast "We're all looking for our __legs__" And in the balcony so high Men of avarice rushing by And when I asked they gave a sigh "We're all looking for our __legs__" And in the dining hall so long The shackled harper sang her song And the stone-eared feasters sang along They sang "we're all looking for our __legs__" ... "Look, I'm no cripple, I'm not lame No, I'm just looking for my __legs__ Tell me, Brother, have you seen my legs?" Then the Sage gave a wink (as a Sage should do) And just as he began to freeze He said these words, and I tell you true "Forget your __legs__ and find your knees"

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

Mitochondria
Strike the bray harp, strike up the bray harp Strike the harp and let the wires breathe Strike up the harp and raise your tiny voices In Homeric hymns to __mitochondrial__ Eve

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, //Revenge of the Folksingers//

Rib
And she will pull the bounteous yew Through the broken __ribs__ of Christ As fine a tree as ever grew Beyond the gates of Paradise

Dighty Burn, //Dighty Burn 7"//

It's wood that we ne'er been ?? and shared the self same dribble bib And laid together in one crib, fleshless hide to bony __rib__

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Sinew
A briar of brawn and a forest of __sinews__ Will rise from the power they ploughed in the ground And so in this way their dominion continues All under the ever-encircling sun going down

Riddle Me This, The Amber Gatherers

Skin
For Zoroaster and Mithras, Jehovah and for Allah A tithe of __skin__, a toll of bone, a bloody libel burning In Jericho and Babylon, eternally returning

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

Spine
(only used in the context of a book: Enscribed on the spine with the Sign of the Fisherman)

Tail
And these the heft of a heron so deft to outdo me And these the might of the merlin in flight to screw me But such heft and such might, they struck me as slight With __tail__ and display I scared them away

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Thigh
We send those fell catastrophists with grasping fists and fiery eye To take whichever way they list your craven arms and brazen __thighs__

The End of Breeding, unreleased

The whole of the kingdom is clouded in brimstone Sons against fathers and fathers 'gainst sons Collar to shoulder and __thighbone__ to shinbone There never was heard such confusion of tongues

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Tongue
And you could never hold your lying __tongue__ You could never hold your lying __tongue__ You could never hold your lying __tongue__ Even with the wearing of a bridle

Come My Darling Polly, //Farewell Sorrow//

Oh, the notes you are forming, I long to possess them They leap from your __tongue__ and ascend on the breeze

The Whole House is Singing, //Farewell Sorrow//

So my __tongue__ is not the one You are scolded in or lulled in, But the one that I was schooled in Is the only one I know

Let me Lie and Bleed Awhile, //The Amber Gatherers//

I cast around to find my tune Thinking to sing the song all alone But wise words on a foolish __tongue__ Howsoever sweet they be sung

The Old Men of the Shells, //The Amber Gatherers//

The ptarmigan stands by the well at the world's end Hoping to sunder your song, a strong burden Hoping to steal your own song from you, sparky To silence your song of one million __tongues__

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

The whole of the kingdom is clouded in brimstone Sons against fathers and fathers 'gainst sons Collar to shoulder and thighbone to shinbone There never was heard such confusion of __tongues__

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Vein
I feel the sickener run in my __veins__, Holy pulse-quickener, easer of pains

Carousing, //Farewell Sorrow//

"Of your long fingernails I will fashion ten quills To pluck on your __veins__ like a harp."

I Fell in Love, //Farewell Sorrow//

It's an untrue womb where bloodlines end Though every __vein__ runs open

The Untrue Womb, //First Edition//

Womb
It's of an untrue __womb__ I sing Wherein I find my mother The untrue __womb__ where all the plagues Of all the ages gather ... And none may leave the untrue __womb__ The hymen is unbroken

And only one born in the caul Can leave the untrue __womb__

The Untrue Womb, //First Edition//

Arachne of the fangs hems me in Dark embroidress with no loom hems me in her gory __womb__ Arachne of the fangs hems me in

I Saw the Boy of Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

The Lord lends his arm in an answer of prayer For the __womb__ that begets and the worm that devours So bring yourself into a pasture of rapture A new world will rise from the ruins of __ours__

The Merry Wake, unreleased