had an interesting conversation with my dad about this one and what it meant - he took it to mean something slightly different and less cynical than me. But then he is a vicar.
Carpenter's pencil
The carpenter's pencil sits behlnd my ear
And the jinn behind the other don't talk loud enough to hear
All the lines and revelations
In a desert full of song
No the carpenters just goes on and on and on
The carpenter's pencil scores out a line
There a bloody trail that lingers
For the cracks come in behind
All the lines...
Well the carpenter's pencil has given us a sign
Take the the world upon your shoulders
Leaves you splinters every time
All the lines...
Am c g
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