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APRIL IS THE CRUELEST MONTH
song lyrics pt. I of The Waste Land by Joel Sattler

Based on the poem by T. S. Eliot

April
April
April
is the cruelest month

breeding
breeding
breading
lilacs from the dead land

mixing memory
memory
memory
with desire

stirring
stirring
stirring
dull roots with spring rain

winter kept us warm
kept us safe from harm
covered earth with snow
buried us below

somehow we forget
our little lives and yet
summer is surprise
blinding in our eyes

April
April
April
is the cruelest month

stopping in the rain
hiding from the shower
drinking coffee pain
talking hour hour

of when I a child
something more than wild
riding in the sled
and my cousin said

Marie hold on tight
and then down we went
in the mountains free
blind by what you see

April
April
April
is the cruelest month

what the roots we clutch
what the faces touch
all that we can know
where the weeds may grow

out of ruins broke
where there is no hope
the trees are without leaf
crickets no relief

under the dry stone
no sound of water lone
no ticking of the clock
no shadow under this red rock

April
April
April
is the cruelest month

I will make it clear
make it clear I must
I will show you fear
in a handful of dust

speak and my eyes fail
and I could not speak
neither live nor dead
and the land was bleak

and looking in the heart
of the heart of light
silence was a word
a word that made the night

April
April
April
is the cruelest month


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