HUNGER STONE

meet me at the hunger stone
we found among the river's bones
where once a sacred fire shone
we'll learn to love to live alone

and weep, it's time to starve

all around like shattered glass
sun-baked shards fall from the past
on the ground we haven't asked
who are we now our father's passed?

so weep, it's time to starve

behind the walls my body lies
through windswept days and restless nights
marked by scars not recognized
inside the box my money buys

so weep, it's time to starve
now weep, it's time to starve

meet me at the lemon tree
we watered since she was a seed
remind me who i want to be
her end i hope we'll never see

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written, performed, & produced in Halfway, Oregon by Patterner
mixed & mastered in Point Roberts, Washington by Patterner
art by Ariana Satchell - satchelldesigns.com

Hunger Stone

Journeyman recording artist.
Exploring mythic roots, exposing the psyche, & traversing the colonies in a retrofitted ’98 Trek motorcoach music studio.