Song | The Tailor |
Artist | Blitzen Trapper |
Album | Destroyer of the Void |
I'm a long way from my home | |
I was born on the raging sea | |
And when I first struck land, | |
With my head in hand | |
I built a house out of an old oak tree | |
And raised a family out of earth and electricity | |
I was king of my domain | |
But my fortitude had proved in vain | |
And when the locusts came | |
Like a summer rain | |
Devouring everything that | |
I held dear | |
And all I'd worked for simply disappeared | |
So I crept away | |
For I had debts to pay | |
And joined the army as a privateer | |
Yeah, it was then, the wind it whispered | |
But I would not hear | |
So we sailed out across the land | |
Through an ocean made of sinking sand | |
And though | |
I lost my men, | |
I was born again | |
As a tailor in an unknown land | |
With a needle and some thread in hand | |
Mending suits and slacks, | |
Stitching up the cracks | |
In the backs of my neighbors’ heads | |
And soon the word, yeah, of my work, it spread through the town | |
So before the king | |
I stoodI said, “ | |
I come from the raging sea | |
And if the truth be told, | |
I am not so old | |
As you may first have taken me to be | |
For numbers never could apply to me | |
For I’m as old as time, | |
And maybe half as blind | |
What some of you might call infinity | |
I am the tailor of the earth and electricity.”--> |
I' m a long way from my home | |
I was born on the raging sea | |
And when I first struck land, | |
With my head in hand | |
I built a house out of an old oak tree | |
And raised a family out of earth and electricity | |
I was king of my domain | |
But my fortitude had proved in vain | |
And when the locusts came | |
Like a summer rain | |
Devouring everything that | |
I held dear | |
And all I' d worked for simply disappeared | |
So I crept away | |
For I had debts to pay | |
And joined the army as a privateer | |
Yeah, it was then, the wind it whispered | |
But I would not hear | |
So we sailed out across the land | |
Through an ocean made of sinking sand | |
And though | |
I lost my men, | |
I was born again | |
As a tailor in an unknown land | |
With a needle and some thread in hand | |
Mending suits and slacks, | |
Stitching up the cracks | |
In the backs of my neighbors' heads | |
And soon the word, yeah, of my work, it spread through the town | |
So before the king | |
I stoodI said, " | |
I come from the raging sea | |
And if the truth be told, | |
I am not so old | |
As you may first have taken me to be | |
For numbers never could apply to me | |
For I' m as old as time, | |
And maybe half as blind | |
What some of you might call infinity | |
I am the tailor of the earth and electricity." |