Baby In Death Can I Rest Next To Your Grave Lyrics - Perils From The Sea - Mark Kozelek

i love to watch the pigeons flutter 

don't mind the bums sleeping in the gutters 

in san francisco's tenderloin 

i walk the streets and feel the joy 

i love to watch the kittens sleep 

in the bookstore window down the street 

they warm my heart, they give me comfort 

like newborn baby birds 

my life work takes me away from my baby 

she knows that the [?] 

when i sing her off to sleep 

that in the morning i'm gonna leave 

off to far and cryptic worlds 

where the oceans and planets swirl 

where the nature turns and twists 

its knife into the back of happiness 

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i took a bus to jerusalem 

and took a peek at the dead sea 

got stuck in a traffic jam 

on the way back to tel aviv 

coulda been the scorching red sky 

coulda been the sand in my eyes 

but i think i missed the rock that jesus touched 

and the wall where the jews cried 

but the young girls looked lovely 

soaking in the sun 

in their army fatigues smoking cigarettes [?] 

and the boys looked displaced 

in their crew cuts and shades 

holding ak-47s at 21 years of age 

flew to melbourne australia 

flew from adelaide to perth 

never saw the indigenous 

never saw the sun it rained all the evening, it rained all the day 

never got to see the outback, or visit bon scott's grave 

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woke up in miami 

drove to west palm beach florida 

still not a sight of crocodile or a giant tortoise 

floated up to the sky 

where the sun lost its glow 

when my plane touched the runway 

i was looking off at the snow 

scraped my feet from vancouver 

to calgary to halifax 

dragged my spanish guitar a hundred times 

across the european lands 

flew to taipei flew to singapore flew to tokyo flew to seoul 

though they welcomed me with kindness 

i felt painfully alone 

shared a moment with a sweetie 

who put came home fingers crossed 

tired as a pre-war penny 

and the shame it set in 

when my love saw my face 

but her water's [?] 

shall in time be erased 

and i woke from a dream where i asked to be saved 

and said 'baby in death can i rest next to your grave?' 

and i woke from a dream where i asked to be saved 

and said 'baby in death can i rest next to your grave?' 

where will your soul go 

where are you gonna be buried 

in whose hands is your coffin gonna be carried? 

or are these the thoughts, those that you would not rather? 

when will you die, where will your ashes be scattered? 

if you don't want me in death 

then please drop my remains 

in the nearest tenderloin gutter 

and i won't complain 

next to the homeless for we are all brothers 

next to the pigeons and i watch them flutter