Behind the porticoed house of a long dead farm…

Behind the porticoed house of a long dead farm
They found the falling down timbers of a spooky old barn
Out there like a slave ship upside down
Wrecked beneath the waves of grain
When the river is low, they find old bones
And when they plow, they always dig up chains.

“Don’t Go Into That Barn,” Tom Waits

I heard the wind rustling through the treesAn…

I heard the wind rustling through the trees
And ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snapping at my heels.

“My Father’s House,” Emmylou Harris (Bruce Springsteen cover)

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