The Forsaken Ground

from Urim by Hill and Vale

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lyrics

Born enslaved but slaves to what
To god or grave to gloom or glut
Our idle hands cannot relax
When idle hearts feel voids so vast

And all alone in finite time
We wait as if at Sinai
Where the consequence of restlessness
Is misdirection made manifest

Born enslaved but slaves to what
From Pharaoh's first to Canaan's cusp
The brevity of numbered days
Compels that we find things to praise

Our idle hands cannot relax
When idle hearts feel voids so vast

So we elevate the asherim
And build up the baals
As if to say we'd rather whore
Our lives to lust
To idols from the dust
And reap defeat for a reward

Born enslaved but slaves to what
To counting days until life is up
And in my heart there is no end
To idols made by my own hand

A siren song they sing to me
Reject the land sail out to sea
Forsake the ground on which you stand
And cast away you feeble man

Impossible as it would seem
Their tauntings do call out to me
And if I sail in search of them
Will I return or meet my end

As I elevate the asherim
And build up the baals
When I am such a faithless whore
When life is lust
To every speck of dust
Yet I weep when defeat is my reward

Round and around
Do we go round
Like me at sea
Do we go round

We do
Until we tear down the asherim
And burn every baal

credits

from Urim, released May 14, 2021
Additional vocals: Austin Carlson, Tarra Carlson, Geoff Petrie, Meghan Petrie

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Hill and Vale Ames, Iowa

As hills and valleys show dynamics in nature, so are the sincere existentialist themes of Hill + Vale delivered thru music best summed up by Tolkien: “one was…wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came. The other…essayed to drown the other music by the violence of its voice, but…taken by the other and woven into its own solemn pattern.” ... more