brianbrock.com > THE PERMAFROST IS MELTING a cassingle by Brian Brock Laveen, Ariz., December 2019 > The Permafrost is Melting > Jackrabbit > Far Away (2018 outtake) > One Fine Morning (original 2013 version) no lyrics THE PERMAFROST IS MELTING the permafrost is melting and as it melts the frozen underground dormant organisms will come to life the animals the ancients fought and buried in the snow the deadly fever and the sickening creeping chills secret thoughts whispered into settling fog and they themselves their souls trapped in the heaving hills the permafrost is melting it was cooling then, as an evening falls the word like a nightlight flickered open made into flesh and electricity and soon they will arise the old ones, the ancient suffering spirits in the dark the never-written people in the shadows of the soil will rise and ask us for a name the permafrost is melting the permafrost is melting Jackrabbit Jackrabbit jackrabbit Walking alone outside my kitchen window Gentle stepping, no hopping Earfur alight in the desert gold morning sun No coyotes, no no no please Leave alone this funny fellow Under the mesquite trees Rabbit can almost reach the beans Jackrabbit jackrabbit jackrabbit Once a horse fed in this poor field Eating from my mesquite trees Jackrabbit jackrabbit Far Away Unsettled thoughts of persons long ago Are tapping on the glass between the lines A number under name beneath the glass A word beneath a word beneath a name Beneath the nearest feeling impulse burns A sentence of a sentence in the heart A heart beneath the thoughts unbeaten still Controls the manifesting of the mind The sinews of the nervous system taut To pull against the deeping of the light To push into the ether in a sign Entwining in the lines between the minds One Fine Morning One Fine Morning Does' eyes glint wet It's yours It's handed down Whether your sore soles feel like walking Sticks and mud