Brown ribbon curled in the peat
Where Pinus sylvestris meet
Black plastic skin in the loam
A long way from any home
Copper wires hum in the air
Silver needles stripped and bare
Tension pulls the heavy line
Wrapped around a jagged pine
Tangle in the magnetic pine
Spinning out of a steady line
Syllables lost in the rust
Turning the velvet to dust
The soil is acidic and cold
A story that cannot be told
Oxidized tape in a heap
Where the dormant seedlings sleep
Copper wires hum in the air
Silver needles stripped and bare
Tension pulls the heavy line
Wrapped around a jagged pine
Tangle in the magnetic pine
Spinning out of a steady line
Syllables lost in the rust
Turning the velvet to dust
Telephone poles stand in a row
Watching the wild clover grow
Voltage jumps from wood to steel
Slowing down the spinning wheel
Digging deep in the dark grey grit
Wait for the memory to hit
Unwind the spool from the root
Taste the bitter forest fruit
Tangle in the magnetic pine
Spinning out of a steady line
Syllables lost in the rust
Turning the velvet to dust
Latin names for the green leaf
Life is long but the tape is brief
Pressed in the mud like a stone
Listening to a humming tone
Tangle in the magnetic pine
Spinning out of a steady line
Syllables lost in the rust
Turning the velvet to dust
Magnetic Pine
Syllables in the rust
Syllables in the rust