I spur my horse through the wrecked town,
The wrecked town sinks my spirit.
High, low, old parapet walls
Big, small, the aging tombs.
I waggle my shadow, all alone;
Not even the crack of a shrinking coffin is heard.
I pity all those ordinary bones,
In the books of the Immortals they are nameless.
- Cold Mountain, Han Shan - translated by Gary Snyder
Mt. Eerie: Our House Lights Up The Whole Neighborhood
Listen: www.myspace.com/mteeriemusic
The wrecked town sinks my spirit.
High, low, old parapet walls
Big, small, the aging tombs.
I waggle my shadow, all alone;
Not even the crack of a shrinking coffin is heard.
I pity all those ordinary bones,
In the books of the Immortals they are nameless.
- Cold Mountain, Han Shan - translated by Gary Snyder
Mt. Eerie: Our House Lights Up The Whole Neighborhood
Listen: www.myspace.com/mteeriemusic
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