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It’s gonna be a 500 pound day
You can see it in the way the fruit shines
Pulling down
Towards the dirt.
Green arms can only hold so much weight
Before the body breaks
With the snap of twine and wooden stake
Hits the earth, at rest again
What’s gonna happen when your harvest starts to rot?
Cooking imperfections into sauce.
Who’s gonna be there when your fields are bare and brown?
When the only sound is the wind through the leaves and dead grasses...
It’s gonna be a 500 pound day
You can feel it in the way
The roots turn
Branching out, silent beneath your feet.
What's gonna happen when your own roots start to ache?
When the soil doesn’t nourish gotta find another place
To plant yourself
You gotta find another space
You gotta find another place to plant yourself.
And so I ask myself, I ask myself
Is the sting worth the honey,
Is the honey worth the sting?
Will you celebrate the end or will you ring your hands
Until the spring all pink and green comes creeping back again?
It’s gonna be a 500 pound day
It’s gonna be a 500 pound day
You can feel the way
It’s gonna be a 500 pound day.
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from Tiny Prizes,
released December 6, 2011
Written and recorded by Chelsea Sue Allen