Originally appeared on the "Slonk Donkerson II" LP in 2011
lyrics
THE EDIFICE
There is not a path only the bearded, balding father pointing
Through the litter of the past and bracken of the future, pointing
The romance of the distance, oh!
The trumpet that we’re sure we may have heard
We walk ‘cause others walked before us and we’ve
Got to take their word
High valleys, crushing plains
We’ve learned to love the way of life, the quest
That we’ve been given
Trudging on by day
The memory remains of faces under-lit by fire
Old familiar glow of paint and poem
As powerful as words the faces spoke:
“Reach for the Edifice
Our fathers built it with their hands
This is a pilgrimage
This is the song that never ends”