Lyrics
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span>Taliesen </span></span></p>
<p><span>Hello and welcome, you’re here for the tour</span></p>
<p><span>Of the home of our gifted, beloved</span></p>
<p><span>It’s been here a hundred years, it’ll be here for more</span></p>
<p><span>You can only see it on this guided tour</span></p>
<p><span>And we won’t talk much about what happened here</span></p>
<p><span> </span></p>
<p><span>Built horozontially into the land</span></p>
<p><span>Built it himself and designed it by hand</span></p>
<p><span>It’s been here a hundred years, it’ll be here for more</span></p>
<p><span>He chose it all from ceiling to floor</span></p>
<p><span>But we won’t talk much about what happened here.</span></p>
<p><span> </span></p>
<p><span>Didn’t deserve it, though some say she did</span></p>
<p><span>Left a husband and children to move in with him</span></p>
<p><span>Hid out in Europe for almost a year</span></p>
<p><span>And then they returned.</span></p>
<p><span> </span></p>
<p><span>It’s a home and a studio, workshop, sanctuary</span></p>
<p><span>The home of our gifted, beloved</span></p>
<p><span>‘It’s been here a hundred years, it’ll be here for more</span></p>
<p><span>You can only see it on this guided tour</span></p>
<p><span>And we won’t talk much about what happened here.</span></p>
<p><span> </span></p>
<p><span>Late summer evening, one final meal</span></p>
<p><span>Ax falls, doors are bolted and the fire, the fire burns on</span></p>
<p><span>He was in Chicago doing business as usual</span></p>
<p><span>We don’t talk much about it here.</span></p>
<p><span> </span></p>
<p><span>lyrics by Michael Gutierrez-May and Chip Withrow</span></p>
<p><span>music by Kristian Borresen</span></p>
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