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Piecemeal Lyrics and music by Steve Brewer This road of white, then green, then white divides a piece of land Where witness trees and wiregrass grow up from sugar sand The tallest pines are lightning rods, and when their needles catch a spark. Flowers bloom, then hide till it burns again, then bloom above the char Chorus: Now it’s almost gone but it’s coming back, piecemeal Gotta burn away the grass And let the bright sunshine reveal It’s almost gone but it’s coming back, piecemeal We gotta burn away the grass and watch the smoking land heal The first land burned by lightning, then by a Native’s hand, Then by slow match in the dark of night, when both of those were panned. In a dry year, flames could clear mobile homes and tangled vines Leaving misery and beauty and abandoned trot lines. Chorus Bridge: Sundews gleam like rubies Tossed upon the ground And pitcher plants filled with kill Are fetid, rotting crowns, Now it’s almost gone.
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