Lyrics Robert Pollard

Robert Pollard

Frequent Weaver Who Burns

Pagan shutters described at shrine

Dark stems large elephantine

Serpent sea snake zebra

Up love and deliver your good speech

Of youth and perfect skin

Sky gazing free of sin

Clipped at the hip peg legged and cracked

Expressing trivial concern

And then I long .

I'm the frequent weaver who burns

Shaft birth pride of pity

Going back from country to city

Come home now to surround you

You've no more to learn

Who do you think you are?

I'm the frequent weaver who burns