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The Cornfields

by sartocrates

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The Cornfields

I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I will tear them into bits and throw them into the street. The streets of my city are full of dark holes. I will hide my songs in the holes of the streets.

In the darkness of the night I awoke and the bands that bind me were broken. I was determined to bring old things into the land of the new. A sacred vessel I found and ran with it into the fields, into the long fields where the corn rustles.

All of the people of my time were bound with chains. They had forgotten the long fields and the standing corn. They had forgotten the west winds.

Into the cities my people had gathered. They had become dizzy with words. Words had choked them. They could not breathe.

On my knees I crawled before my people. I debased myself. The excretions of their bodies I took for my food. Into the ground I went and my body died. I emerged in the corn, in the long cornfields. My head arose and was touched by the west wind. The light of old things, of beautiful old things, awoke in me. In the cornfields the sacred vessel is set up.

I will renew in my people the worship of gods. I will set up for a king before them. A king shall arise before my people. The sacred vessel shall be filled with the sweet oil of the corn.

The flesh of my body is become good. With your white teeth you may bite me. My arm that was withered has become strong. In the quiet night streets of my city old things are awake.

I awoke and the bands that bind me were broken. I was determined to bring love into the hearts of my people. The sacred vessel was put into my hands and I ran with it into the fields. In the long cornfields the sacred vessel is set up.

- Sherwood Anderson, "Mid-American Chants"

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released January 3, 2019

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all songs by will csorba (with James Trimble on tracks 3, 5, and 9) except track 10 which is based on the traditional hymn of the same name


Will Csorba – guitar (on tracks 1, 2, 4, 8, and 10), banjo (on tracks 3 and 7), and weissenborn lap guitar (on tracks 5, 7, and 9)

James Trimble – violin (on tracks 1,2,3,5, and 9)
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Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Sam Whips Allison

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