[Verse 1] I bring my mother's name to the shuttle's teeth Watch it thread through ashen path, unwinding Memory tastes like russet when it spools The mill inhales her firstborn cry, rewinding [Verse 2] Each ancestor a spool of blood-dyed wool Fed to the rollers, Metabolized Their laughter rendered into warp and weft Their grief reduced to texture, Standardized [Chorus 1] The hum of the spooling years The hum of the spooling years Lineage unravels, becomes the cloth The hum of the spooling years [Verse 3] Grandmother's wedding vows dissolve to fiber Her sixty winters processed through the carding The automated mouth consumes biography No ceremony left, no ritual safeguarding [Verse 4] I place my palm against the feeding chamber Feel my own cells begin to separate The loom knows hunger only as a function The loom knows kin only as substrate [Chorus 2] The hum of the spooling years The hum of the spooling years What was living becomes the bolt The hum of the spooling years [Hook] Ah-ah-ah-ohhh-ah (The silver path runs red) Ah-ah-ah-ohhh-ah (Through living, then through thread) [Verse 5] Now I am weaver, now I am the weaving My fingers thin to filament and wire The mill has learned my rhythm, made it mechanical What I remember feeds its endless desire [Verse 5] Blood-dyed wool runs endless from the spindle The ancestors are yardage now, not names I feel myself becoming bolt and binding The metabolism works in both directions, claims [Chorus 3] The hum of the spooling years The hum of the spooling years We feed the loom, the loom feeds on The hum of the spooling years [Bridge] Ashen path... shuttle's teeth... Blood-dyed wool... never – complete... What was flesh... now is cloth... What was once... now is lost... [Outro] Ah-ah-ah-ohhh-ah Ah-ah-ah-ohhh-ah Ah-ah-ah-ohhh-ah Ah-ah-ah-ohhh-ah 🔏 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟲 𝗘𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇
