Album: Valley Maker

Man of dreams,
are you as you seem?

Are you the chosen one?
The beloved son?

Binding sheaves,
you were released.

And you were lifted high
above your brother's eyes.

But oh, no, they don't want
to give you that. They know

you are of a mind
to act. The favor of old

is like a robe of gold,
and you'll learn how to lose

what you hold. Another dream:
this time you've seen

that you're the king of the sky,
the Sun and Moon know why.

Eleven stars know who they are,
but they will not comply.

With hatred in their eyes,
they'll throw you down

into a well to die. Jealous,
they were carrying their line.

Covered your robe in the blood
of a goat, and you'll learn

that you reap what you sow.
Sold as a slave,

well on your way
to the good life.

Handsome and stayed,
you caught the eye

of a good wife.
You ran away, but

you left your clothes
for a good lie.

Who are your friends,
and what are your sins,

that you should die?
Back in the hole,

you have been told
of a budding vine.

Grapes are in supply.
Another friend, the Baker,

has dreamt of cakes piled
on his head, but then the birds

flew in. In three days Pharoah
now is gonna lift you high.

But you'll hang. Birds will eat you
alive. In due time, he will need

your mind, and you'll learn
what you hold is a gift.

Out of the Nile, seven cows.
They are in their prime:

Food is in supply.
Seven again, hungry

and thin: to eat the fat alive,
to eat a troubled mind.

Pharoah now is gonna pull
you out. He hopes you

are of a magic mouth.
The story you told is worth

a ring of gold. And you know
that you are not your own.

The one who was sold
is the promise of old.

Though you have not a home,
you abide.

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