Woody Muller - Tilt​-​slab Phoenix

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Christchurch Cathedral: 1864-2010

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From rack and ruin and rubble
Empty lots on empty routes
The seed of modern architecture
Germinates and shoots
Arising from the ashes
With the splendour of a king
Like a glassy, boxy, cornered
Tilt-slab phoenix
Sort of thing

A thousand walls of windows
But without a single ledge
These sentinels of steel
Rub their shoulders, edge to edge
To every block encircle
Squarely as a boxing ring
Like a glassy, boxy, cornered
Urban stonehenge
Sort of thing

And all that once had stood before
Lies scattered on this forest's floor
A testament unto the dates
Where souls were snatched by shifting plates
And history, I'm sore afraid
Was all at once destroyed and made
Yet what serves as their epitaph?
A hundred hueless photographs
In stolid frames on solid walls
In boxy, cornered, tilt-slab halls

But seek - and you might find it
Where no mixer churns at all
A pool of former glories
Midst the concrete waterfalls
Where a scattered church will whisper
'I survived - and that's enough'
Little lonesome gothic diamond
In a rightly-angled rough

From rack and ruin and rubble
Empty lots on empty streets
A stirred and shaken city
Clambers to its dusty feet
To rise up from the ashes
With the splendour of a king
Like a glassy, boxy, cornered
Shiny, classy, prop'ly ordered
Sharply winged and softly bordered
Tilt-slab phoenix
Sort of thing

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from On Shower Walls, released March 1, 2017
Lyrics by Stephen Wordsmith
Vocals, guitar and trombone by Woody Muller: fawm.org/fawmers/woody/

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