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In my heart, I can still feel
Every turn of the tractor wheel.
Budded furrows cut across the hillside,
Over the fields in the sunshine
And it hurt, but I still grew
With every clumsy punch I threw.
Up in anger, at the empty summer sky -
I saw the world from the underside.
And when the worm began to turn,
As it squirmed in the palm of my hand;
I began to understand . . .
Why it is,
The worm forgives the plough.
In my heart I can still feel,
Every turn of the tractor wheel.
As we cower in the shadow of the plow,
Chewing us up and spitting us out
As we fall our way back down
Into the earth and underground,
I discover that even a little worm
Has its ways of taking revenge on the world.
And when the worm began to turn,
As it squirmed in the palm of my hand;
I began to understand . . .
Why it is,
The worm forgives the plough.
Why it is,
The worm forgives the plough.
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- The Great Perhaps
- The Law Of The Playground
- The Best Party Ever
- Miscellaneous
- Fun With Scissors, Volume 15
- The Best Party Ever (Bonus Version)
- Be Gentle With Me
- Yr Average Indie Disco - Episode Four
- NapsterLive Session
- Q Covered: The Eighties
- Papercuts
- Hugging My Grudge
- Twee Pop Love!
- Every Goliath Has Its David
- Now Hear This! May 2009
- The Best B-Sides Ever
- Too Cool for School Mixtape for Kids
- A Fairytale Ending
- Grace is Gone