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The Undertaker's Horse track 08. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs. Download the album here:

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn But Tubal got him a pointed rod And scrabbled in the earth for corn Old—old as that early mould, Young as the sprouting grain— Yearly green is the strife between Jubal and Tubal Cain! Jubal sang of the new-found sea, And the love that its waves divide— But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree And passed to the further side. Black—black as the hurricane wrack, Salt as the under-main— Bitter and cold is the hate they hold— Jubal and Tubal Cain! Jubal sang of the golden years When wars and wounds shall cease— But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spears And showed his neighbors peace. New—new as the Nine-point-Two, Older than Lamech's slain— Roaring and loud is the feud avowed Betwixt Jubal and Tubal Cain! Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar And the peaks that none may crown— But Tubal clambered by jut and scar And there he built him a town. High—high as the snowsheds lie, Low as the culverts drain— Wherever they be, they can never agree— Jubal and Tubal Cain!

The Undertaker's Horse track 05. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs. Download the album here:

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: The careful text-books measure (Let all who build beware!) The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span, The blame of loss, or murder, Is laid upon the man. Not on the Steel—the Man! But in our daily dealing With stone and steel, we find The Gods have no such feeling Of justice toward mankind. To no set gauge they make us— For no laid course prepare— And in time they overtake us With loads we cannot bear— Too merciless to bear. The prudent text-books give it In tables at the end: The stress that shears a rivet Or makes a tie-bar bend— What traffic wrecks macadam— What concrete should endure— But we, poor Sons of Adam, Have no such literature, To warn us or make sure! We hold all Earth to plunder— All Time and Space as well— Too wonder-stale to wonder At each new miracle; Till, in the mid-illusion Of Godhead 'neath our hand, Falls multiple confusion On all we did or planned— The mighty works we planned. We only in Creation (How much luckier the bridge and rail!) Abide the twin damnation— To fail and know we fail. Yet we—by which sole token We know we once were Gods— Take shame in being broken However great the odds— The Burden or the Odds. Oh, veiled and secret Power Whose paths we seek in vain, Be with us in our hour Of overthrow and pain; That we—by which sure token We know Thy ways are true— In spite of being broken, Or because of being broken, May rise up and build anew— Stand up and build anew.

The Undertaker's Horse track 04. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs. Download the album here:

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------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: All we have of freedom, all we use or know— Our forefathers bought for us many years ago. Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw— Leave to live by no man's leave, under nature's Law. So they bought us freedom—not at little cost— Therefore we must watch for kings, lest our gain be lost. Over all things certain, this is sure indeed: Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed. Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure, Whining "He is weak and far"; crying "Time will cure." They would beg us barter—wait his yielding mood— Pledge the years we hold in trust—pawn our brother's blood Howso great their clamor, what so good their claim Suffer not the old King under any name! Nothing here unproven, nothing new to learn, It is written what shall fall if the King return. He will mark our goings, question whence we came, Set his guards about us, all in Freedom's name. He will take a tribute, toll of all our ware He will change our gold for arms—that we may not bear. He will peep and mutter and the night shall bring Watchers 'neath our window, lest we mock the King. Strangers of his counsel, hirelings of his pay— These will deal our Justice out: sell—deny—delay. We shall drink dishonor, we shall eat abuse For the land we live in, for the tongue we use. We will take our station, dirt beneath his feet, While his hired captains jeer us in the street. Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun. Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain— All our fathers died to loose, he shall bind again. Nothing here is guessed at, random, or untrue— Swings the wheel full circle, brims the cup anew. Nothing here unproven, nothing here is hid: Step by step and word for word, so the old Kings did! Step by step, word for word, who is ruled may read. Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed— All the right they promise, all the wrong they bring. Keepers of the Judgment, suffer not the King.