Make your enemies, make them fast
Grow your poisonous trees to last
Spread your doom about the room
Give your dirge a place to bloomAll your venomous, vicious prayers
Won’t bring reckoning anywhere
Not at the abbey, not with the wives
Not at the fugue state of our livesAnd in time we both will come to feel ashamed
Of every revelry we felt compelled to claimWhen we were young, we couldn’t wait
To take our turn and savage our fate
I brace myself whenever we seem
To share our shade and drink the same dreamI am gentle because I’m strong
And you are wicked because you’re wrong
Wrong about beauty, wrong about hell
Wrong about the girls who make me wellAnd in time we both will come to feel ashamed
Of every revelry we felt compelled to claim
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Virgin of the Birds began in 2009 with a series of download-only EPs, through which the band drew the attention of Edinburgh, Scotland, label Song by Toad. Originally a solo effort, Jon's Winter Seeds project expanded to include Colin J. Nelson and Marc Laurick. The album contains four new tracks and reworked versions of five tracks from previous EPs. Compared to the EPs, I think the album reveals Jon's growth as a songwriter and confidence as Virgin of the Birds. The songs range from energetic to low-tempo. While I think the band shows better on the former, there is joy to be found in the slower numbers. Only one song, "The Serpent Plume", took some time to grow on me, but it is followed by the absolutely wonderful "Drunk on Grudges".
This is a prior version of the album opener, "They Wake". I think the album version is a more robust.
You may seek the wind among the reeds
You may give the girls the love they need
The love they need is gold, the love is never doomed
The love they want is gilded with a lavish gloomThey wake, they marry and they cry
They wake to hear stories when they die
Stories told with joy, stories often true
Stories when their cleverness was calling youPay no heed to the tenor of the times
I will destroy the wisdom of the wiseThey say that the lights were left on until dawnThey wake beneath the slanting sun
They wake without telling anyone
About the winter seeds, the songs too hard to sing
The pleasures wide awake in nearly everythingPay no heed to the tenor of the times
I will destroy the wisdom of the wiseThey say that the lights were left on until dawn
Winter Seeds is released on Jon's Abandoned Love Records in the US, and Song by Toad in the UK, and is available in vinyl and digital formats.
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