Allah

Red braid bell hanging down my wall,
whispering sounds and wish-making,
I hollowed my name to make it full
with a glittering blade and a loathesome shaking,

Oh! Oh! Release my soul,
I have no control.

I board my spine when the evening comes,
the brew in my throat is a boiling potion
I swallow, and straighten my goldenrod,
to pick up the waves of information.

Oh! Oh! Release my soul,
I have no...

Allah, you choose your charms
and the ashes cover my lover's arms.
And I will find the way,
or else your love betray.

We split with a knife and knowledge and courage
this winding cord, this mortal mill,
and when we had done it, I was so humbled
to observe your separate will,

Oh! Oh! Release my soul,
I have no control.

And I prefer the world outside,
and neither the touch of a man or a woman,
but in this dark silence I've lived and died,
and all of my pride was just as human.

Oh! Oh! Release my soul,
I have no...

Allah, you choose your charms
and the ashes cover my lover's arms.
And I will find the way,
or else your love betray.

Shine, thin Ova,
Over my head,
I see and greet the dead.

Red braid bell hanging down my back,
maybe I'll take up the mandolin.
I'll be skinning my hands on her earthen strings,
knowing that melody's playing and pulling me in.

Oh! Oh! Convert my soul,
I have no...

Allah, you choose your charms
and the ashes cover my lover's arms.
And I will find the way,
or else your love betray.
Allah, you choose your charms
and their brilliance burns my lover's arms.
And I will find the way,
or else your love betray.