My Kappa Roots - The Dour Festival lyrics

an old village is sleeping and some hushed lullaby From the faltered steps of dreaming speechless sense arise crooked tide is restless and legs had (???) salted lamps and pairs in the harbor young girls in the morning sun to say (???) of living is unvieled from every doorway and parched upon the breeze to be carried across the sea and is settled in every bird of every tree and it's (???) of rocks and the siren streams and in the weather storms of the greats(?) or wherever we shall live or wherever we shall live or wherever we shall live and (???) all dancers the (???) (???) ladies (???) by and whisper never be young again and all the drunk sailors who sneer into thier marks and pining (???) for another round of victory (it's dour festival) and (???) young daughters faces painted neon white the flash revieled hands encrawled into the night and the clay cracked poets who (???) spolted anecdotes abandoned (???) who are crusted by all bizarre (it's dour festival) and we young hunched (???) we laughed in the face of the stars aware they were jelous of our youth and every (???) roadside sun drenched in (???) (???) and it's dour festival (it's dour festival)