Oppie Struck a Match

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lyrics

Way up in the valley where nothing ever grows
We made our camp and lit our lamps
That sway when the cold wind blows
Oppie rolled in with the gadget
And it shined so bright and true
He said, "My desire is to summon a fire
And a small one will not do."

When I came out from Princeton I was Albuquerque bound
I took that train through seas of grain to a tiny desert town
Oppie he raised up a pencil
Drew a circle on a spire
Will we open a cage to a heavenly age
Or set the night on fire

And we'll all fall to our knees when the thunder cracks far and wide
Like the calling of the master from the other side

Four o'clock in the morning and the rain came pouring down
The wind rolled in and it stung like sin
And our hearts began to pound
Oppie he raised up a finger
Said "It's time to strike the match."
A blooming flower at the top of the tower
A rattling of the latch

And the mountains came alive
Purple and green and white
And we saw that white whale in the morning light

What's that in the distance
A song like a long farewell
The humming white of the radiation light
The tolling of a bell
You can hear it when the crickets die away in the early morn
An angel in the east, a New Mexican beast on its way to be reborn

And we'll all fall to our knees when the thunder cracks far and wide
Like the calling of the master from the other side

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from Hymns for the Dreadful Night, released August 16, 2011

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