Buried with Lumber Lost, our guest here on the Music of America podcast.

Breath is glass, it cracks and fades.

It writes my name The soil, a tongue repeats the same Bury me deep, bury me slow Dreams dissolve when no light goes Bury me deep, bury me still The earth drinks all it always will roots they clutch they bind the grain like veins it twists it wins each gasp a ripple's Slow dreams dissolve where no light goes Bury me deep, bury me still The earth drinks all, it always will Hands like roots, they clutch, they bind.

The grain like veins, it twists, it winds.

Each gasp, a ripple, soft and cold.

The air, a story left undone.

The dirt is velvet, black and white A cloak that swallows what's inside Forgive the fall, the quiet swell In soft oblivion I dwell Bury me deep, bury me slow Dreams dissolve where no light goes Bury me deep, bury me still The earth drinks all it always will Spread this glass, now cracked and braced.

So it's called Give It To Me with Limberlost, our guest here on the Music of America podcast.