Step 1 - Three Yellow Foundations

Waking up all alone
dizzy mind, empty hands
look for it at the base
fOUndations coRe bookS

Watch and listen to
JOE PUG - OURS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w24Shq5Ohs

urs are homes we never chose
Far from anyone we know
Taps with every faucet on
Lamps that light an empty lawn

So we took what we inherited
And we dug a hole to bury it
All our property and marriages
All we wanted was a narrative
That was all ours
That was all ours

Ours are arms that never rest
Carved from countless heavy steps
Stairs with every stringer worn
Wine where they have wound before

So we threw away the atlases
All the heavy ones they handed us
They called us everything but savages
But we found a couple passages
That were all ours
That were all ours

So we spoke in lower registers
From the merchants and the ministers
We were little more than whisperers
But we found a couple listeners
They were all ours
They were all ours
They were all ours
They were all ours