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The Territory

from The North by Hana Zara

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Here I think we all sprung up strange from the drought and then the long acid rain
I know we were thirsty as hell so we drank what we could when it fell
But now so long after the fall, guess I honestly miss you is all,
For your world made of paper and ice and the blue bayonet of your eyes
And you look golden and you say you’re doing fine

But I remember you as a liquored up and livid
Landslide of jailhouse wisdom
I remember you, you were 22 and ragged,
Run down in the underground
I remember you, you were living in the spaces
Left by the occupation
And I remember you when you said you were moving out
You were moving out, you said the territory wears you like a crown
You were moving out, said the territory always runs you down

And I can’t, its how you’re looking at me
You always did make me weak in the knees
Then you smile, put your pen to the page
And declare your trajectory’s changed

And you’re an angel with the sun upon your face, but baby
But I remember you as a liquored up and livid
Landslide of jailhouse wisdom
I remember you, you were 22 and ragged,
Run down in the underground
I remember you, you were living in the spaces
Left by the occupation
And I remember you when you said you were moving out
You were moving out, you said the territory wears you like a crown
You were moving out, said the territory always runs you down

And so you flew like a bird in the hot yellow sun,
Yeah you flew like a bird in the hot yellow sun,
You flew like a bird in the hot yellow sun,
So you flew, with your Warsaw wings and your smoking guns
And I said I caught a bird in the low yellow wind
I said I caught a bird in the slow yellow wind
I said I caught a bird that I held to my chest,
And it beat like a heart, in the palm of my hand
In the palm of my hand, my hand…

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from The North, released March 19, 2015

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Hana Zara is an an evolving collection of musical thought-bytes, worlds turned inside-out, and the scattered debris of our psychic oneness

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