Lately, I been going crazy. Hankering and craving. I'm banking on you to save me. . Yes, your signal's gettin' clearer. I feel you gettin' nearer. Honey, I can hear you comin' on.
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You gotta move. You gotta move. You gotta move child. You got to move. Yes when love gets ready. You gotta move. You maybe old. You maybe young. You maybe weak.
It was just like the lightning. That flashes East to West. Just like an oncoming storm. It was just like a coffin. The hollow in my chest. Just like the bible.
Maybe I'll have to walk through the fire. balancing on a razor wire. but i ain't afraid to weep. I ain't afraid to suffer. I ain't afraid to be a fool to be your lover.
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Raise me straight and raise me true. Spent my days becoming you. Sunday morning, evening too. Sitting in your second pew. . Torn apart, my spirits spent.
Jealous sun, he walks right in. Like the place belongs to him. Steals you from my arms again. He'll be back tomorrow. I have tried to show him you're all mine.
Easy or hard kid it's up to you. I don't wanna be here any more than you do. See the lump in my jacket?. Yeah that's a pistol. Open up the register. And grab me a fistful.
I'm gonna take you to my house on the Styx. On a long black train going clackety-click. I'm begging like Cerberus I'm begging like this. I'm beggin'. .
I'm here to tell you a story. I'm here to tell you a lie. My poetry's weak and I know it. I was dropped dead sad and crazy sometimes. So I fucked off, wayward canon to the sea.
Weary sun, sleep tonight, go crashing into the ocean. Cut the line that ties the tide and moon, ancient and blue. We take our empty hearts and fill them up with broken things.
I hear overtones. That make this another song. Out of reach of human hands. We don't have control. . I use major chords. To make this a sadder song. An effective manipulation.
I planned a dream inside a dream. With your uncle. A fisherman who died. The oracle of the maritimes. . Too cloudy to see fireworks. We would ride. A chest of drawers into the waves.
There's memories I'd pay to remove. I'd cut them out myself. If that were possible. The kind you cry yourself blind about. The kind that choke you out.
Early in the morning. Where there used to be a slough. There's a tiny business lake. Don't let the cattails fool you. . Down in the bottom. Where nothin' is born.
God is not a contract. Or a guy. God is an unspecified tide. You cannot time it's tables. It sets no glass or gables. God is. A lusty tire fire. It's bristles scrape and strike the stage.
Childless widow of a nation. You cry like guns across the water. Yet we expect you to bring springtime. It isn't fair. Searchlights wither in your hair.
So sorry for the trouble. The times we've been afraid of each other. 'Cause we didn't understand. All the spells we cast without trying. We pushed through.
Found these in a box at the bus stop. My name's at the bottom. But I'm nowhere to be found. I really get around they say... . So I take these sightless creatures home.