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**MOVE THREE** (a reworking of an original instrumental track by Silvio Vinci )
They painted morning on the wall And sold us back the rain. My mother keeps a forest seed Where they erased her name.
Move three — under the wire, Bare feet, black earth, bone and fire. Move three — out of the line, They own the clocks, but not our time.
The loudspeakers are teaching birds To sing without a sky. We press our ears against the soil; The buried drums reply.
Move three — under the wire, Bare feet, black earth, bone and fire. Move three — out of the line, They own the clocks, but not our time.
One for the hunger, Two for the fear, Three for the heartbeat They can’t hear.
One for the ashes, Two for the stone, Three for the forest Inside our bones. Move three — under the wire, Bare feet, black earth, bone and fire. Move three — out of the line, They own the clocks, but not our time.
Move three… Let the roots grow… Move three… Below, below…
