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bandage on my eye
sun shines on the barrell of my gun
& the blood on my hands is dry
today i turn thirteen
i’m pretty strong but i ain’t that old
& they call me brave cause the truth be told
the very youngest in the calvary…
hey hey little boy blue
get over here we got something for you
the shiniest gun that you’ve ever seen
all the men are squinting in the sun
& they’re knocking the flies away
they treat me kind & they pat me on the head
& i think i’m gonna die today…
i made love to my father & now I must pay…
my horse i named him Queen
he does whatever i tell him to
tho he’s four times bigger than me
sun shines on grass of green
i watch the sun rise up in the sky
and the time slip away from me
hey hey little blue boy
i’m gonna show you something today
bite down on your finger son cause you’re gonna be a man today
childhood skips after the sun
thru the checkerboard of the sky
blue tears welling up in my eyes
& i think i’m getting ready to die…
i made love to my father & now i must pay…
a rabbit sits on my shoulder
& he sometimes talks to me
i do whatever he tells me to
tho he’s four times smaller than me
bugle splits the sky
drum beat pounds up thru the earth &
the men get ready to die
canon splits the sky
sun leaps up over my head
& it pours in through my eye
hey hey little boy blue
you’ve got a daddy up in the sky
he’s up there waiting for you
with his hand stretched down from the sky
guns unzip the gates of hell
but it seems much different to me
blood shines & peals like a bell
that’s how it seems to me
three clouds drift like kings
thru the checkerboard of the sky
they look so soft to me
that my heart begins to cry
i made love to my father & now i must pay…
Seeing the way your thighs press together,
in your high school skirt, you are laughing,
watching your hands kick around in your hair
I can’t help but think that I’m the mailman, the mailman,
I’ve got this letter, I’ve got to slide it through your thighs,
I can’t help but think that I’m the mailman, the mailman,
and I’m sorry, miss, I apologize.
When I approach you in my blue suit, the letter in my hands,
with this letter, I got to slide it through your thighs,
but the slot is too tight, too tight,
let me get some oil and try again.
I can’t help but think that I’m the mailman, the mailman,
I’ve got this letter, I’ve got to slide it through your thighs,
I can’t help but think that I’m the mailman, the mailman,
and I’m sorry, miss, I apologize.
But the letter goes limp in my hands,
and I wake up in my bed
wondering if, somehow, some word or line got through,
from this sticky man out to you.
I can’t help but think that I’m the mailman, the mailman,
I’ve got this letter, I’ve got to slide it through your thighs,
I can’t help but think that I’m the mailman, the mailman,
and I’m sorry, miss, I apologize.
We met on a yellow day;
I tripped down a flight of stairs.
You caught me at the bottom
with a whistle and a holler
and your fingers tangled up in my hair.
i was a little knocked out of my mind-
upside down like a child.
I let you carry me back up the stairs,
and then I let you take me a mile.
I couldn’t stop my smiling,
cause it felt like I was flying
and my feet was finally touching the earth.
You was really smiling,
and your hands was all untying,
and it felt like you was leaving the earth.
You make love to your horse-
I ain’t gonna stay,
but I know you never really
thought much of me as a woman, anyway.
We kissed on a yellow day,
at the top of a long flight of stairs.
You was searching in your pocket,
you was looking for a locket
or a knife to cut a piece of my hair.
I was a little trembled by
the shadow lying there at your side.
It just lay on the ground
never making a sound,
but i couldn’t get it out of my mind
I guess I should have known
if you were looking for a woman
then you wouldn’t have been looking for me.
But I didn’t think a touch
could really hurt me so much;
I just thought it was something I could believe.
You make love to your horse-
I ain’t gonna stay,
but I know you never really
thought much of me as a woman, anyway.
I stand on a yellow day,
alone on a flight of stairs.
Shadows walking round,
like an army on the ground,
and I know it’s time to cut off my hair.
You’re gone; I walk on.
I just shrug and walk away.
I know it ain’t god’s plan to belong to a man,
but it’s really hard to see another way.
Maybe I could make it
as a man if I could fake it,
but I don’t know I could make it on time.
Cause the sun is going down,
and all the shadows walking round
make it hard to keep control of my mind.
You make love to your horse-
I ain’t gonna stay,
but I know you never really
thought much of me as a woman, anyway.
I met her on a Thursday when the clouds were so high,
and the mountains reached up like a perch for the sky.
She wore feathers the color of air;
I was crusted in callouses left by despair.
Though she chirruped soft sounds I could not understand,
she smelled blue as the wind and I was just a man;
so I offered her my finger as a wrinkly perch
and I carried her like sweet bride right to my church.
I felt joy descend on my cheek like a wing…
All my life I’d been searching for a woman with the blue eyes of spring!
You know, most women are so heavy always clumping their brooms
as they glare from the side of an eye filled with gloom.
I don’t like them, I don’t need them, I don’t want to say why;
but I did love this sweet bird that fell like an egg from the sky.
But gossip grew after only one week
when the maid saw me lower my lips to her beak.
I won’t deny that my mind was impure;
I fingered her soft head and I would have done more.
But I can’t have my life ending in ignominy
Though I’m old I have gold and I’ve earned every penny.
In a perfect world, she’d be my bride and help me to spend it;
instead I carried my bird inside where I knew I must end it.
Standing in the shadow of a chandelier I told her
that I would not be the man to hold her.
She looked at me through lacy eyes marbled with pain
then she flew away, my little bird, I stood there and leaned on my cane.
And it’s true that it haunts me that look on her face;
shadows flow through my heart- yes, I made a mistake.
But I’m a man, just a man- what else more can I be?
I can’t butcher myself in the press so a bird can be free!
Fly away birds, fly away; you know the spring is long gone…
there’s no seeds for you here on my manicured lawn.
Let me rest in my evening chair in the sun’s pinky glow.
Life ends in regret, that’s our world, and its always been so.
I’m tired of California. I’m sick of these friends.
I wish they’d drown in the ocean waves. I wish that you were my friend.
I wish the earth was flat, you know, I wish it had an edge, someplace to go.
Some space to just fall into & not come back
My life’s a joke. My life’s a joke. I don’t know what to do.
I looked around the world for something to wish for & decided to wish for you.
I’m dumb but I don’t see why I gotta be naked to win your heart.
I used to think a friend was a kind of lover and manfriend you broke my heart.
People, let me ask you straight, in case you know the way.
I’m looking for the stairway to heaven. I want to be on my way.
I’ll give my heart to God & then he’ll tell me what to do.
Nobody wants my heart down here- world I’m talking to you.
Nobody wants my love. Unless it comes with a screw.
It dont seem fair that me I gotta be naked to win your heart.
I’m cold blooded, babe; I need these clothes.
I’ll never win your heart.
I’m gonna get real skinny. I’m gonna grow long legs.
I’m gonna climb them steps two by two;
I’m gonna disappear into the blue.
If you ever think to look for me, I’ll be a ghost, a dream, a memory.
But if you’re out at night & search the sky
for a tiny sliver of moon,
that’s me up there climbing them stairs, thats me leaving you.
Can’t say for sure I ever even wanted you,
it might have just been something to do.
Guess I thought you were somebody who would maybe recognize my heart.
Thought you could love me like Jesus loves me, but man friend you broke my heart.
I’ll leave behind a night so black, you could make love in the streets.
Go ahead and make love, my friend, to the very first girl you meet.
I’ll watch them sparks a flying as I glance down from them stairs,
a handful of fireflies on the cold black sheet of hell.
But this time I can wish you well, no jealousy, no raising hell.
When I find that stairway, I can wish you well.
All the money you piled up in piles
It sparkled to me. It helped to dream.
Buttercream on your bright copper plates
I wafted it’s fragrance up to my face and I smiled.
This is a man a man a man I could love!
This is a man a man a man I could love!
In your car with the smooth leather seats.
So warm and so cream, so soft buttery.
In your house with the thick chandeliers.
They spoke and I heard. The message was clear and I smiled.
This is a man a man a man you could love!
This is a man a man a man you could love!
Late at night in your bed how those flutes seemed to play!
Late at night on your breath I could smell your champagne!
All the cushions you piled on your chairs.
I sunk down in them. I laughed like a child.
All the silk that you rolled round my wrist.
I brushed to my cheek, the rings on your fist, they were kissed.
You are the man the man I can Love!
Mommy I’ve found a man a man I can love!
Alone on a country path
to home, there is nowhere back
a loan that you must return
but you know you never will.
A field where the sun has lain
a barn with a crooked frame
a man with a golden pen
he meets you on the road.
What could you say?
You couldn’t explain
your hands just shook with guilt.
The house that absence built.
The sink of the western sun
a sigh and the day is done
a man with a golden pen
he meets you on the road.
Three men from behind the hill
ride in and surround you still
you know there is nowhere back
there’s nowhere to run.
They ride you hard
and when they leave
you can feel your spirit wilt.
The house that absence built.
A change coming from within
a man with a golden pen
you speak all the words you know
he writes down every one.
You sneer cause you must not cry
the fear of a dimming sky
ride in and the reasons why
will meet you on the road.
The trees will rise
like black men where
the golden sun in spilt
in the house that absence built.
My hands was sore, I’d been spinning wool all day with my cousin Lu.
Then Ma comes smashing through the door, blasting out the news.
Them Yankees, they’s on a rampage, girls, ruining women and corn.
Our boys is gonna stop them. Going up to Massanuttin in the morn.
I try to think about the war, and get mad at them things those Yankees do.
But every time I try to think about them yankees, my thoughts return to you.
Now Mama says that when it comes to love,
A woman can’t say what’s wrong orright.
So if you’re leaving for Massanuttin in the morning,
Then I want to make love tonight.
Do you remember sweating out in them fields, when my ma sent me out to you?
I had cold chicken and lemonade that I was bringing to you.
You called me Little Blue Angel; you was staring in my eyes.
You stared at me for ten seconds straight; then I ran back inside.
Now everyday I think back on that day, though I know it ain’t no smart thing to do.
Ma said, Don’t fall in love with no man, girl, he need to fall in love with you.
Well I’m sure you ain’t in love with me.
But then I can’t be sure I’m right,
So if you’re leavin for Massanutten in the morning
Then I wanna make love tonight.
My cousin Lu had a white mouse, ran all day around a wheel,
Made me think of myself, spinning all day on my wheel.
Ma said, Us women is one part house pet, and one part working mule.
You gotta work hard to get you a man, girl, and be sweet like a baby too.
If you ain’t working hard for no man, no man ain’t gonna work hard you.
If you ain’t sweet as a summer peaches, girl, won’t no man take a bite out of you.
I didn’t know what she meant back then,
But maybe now I do.
And if you’re gonna be killing them yankees tomorrow, boy,
Tonight I’ll make love to you.
After supper, I walk out to your farm with some biscuits I made.
You kiss my hand and invite me to talk out back in the hay.
I lie straight back in the hay; stare straight up in the sky.
You’re talking bout them yankees and lincoln, and how you ain’t afraid to die.
Then my legs just start a running, running back to my own bed.
We was lying side by side in the hay, boy; but you’s with them yankees in your head.
Now you’re a stumbling after me,
Calling, babe don’t leave, it just ain’t right.
Cause I’m leaving for Massanuttin in the morning
and I wanted to make love tonight.
Well I’m in in bed and so is Lu, but not a one of us can sleep.
Past our window, way out in the distance, the sky is filled with fire.
These sounds are creeping through our walls; they sound like thunder, but not quite.
But in my mind I’m far away and thats why I’m awake tonight.
I’m lying in a great green field; ear on the ground
The day is quiet but from deep in the earth comes the faintest thumping sound.
Somewhere across the world, a rabbit’s foot is going thump thump.
My heart is keeping time with that rabbit; like our bodies have turned to one.
Now you’re a soldier in some war, my friend ,
But baby I’m a soldier too,
A tiny drum starts beating deep in my heart
and then I can’t make love to you.
Blue eyes shine~ on the road they look like ice.
And he was fine~ but you know he was never nice.
And you were scared~ but what what could you do
when he came to you… he was the Masterful Blue.
Blue eyes fly, fly through the sky,
Fly away, go somewhere far.
Maybe fly so high~ that you won’t know where you are.
Cause you can feel~ him stare, and you know you’ll have to do
Whatever he wants you to… he is the Masterful Blue.
Blue eyes lie, lie so still,
Try to die with all your might.
You could leave this room just like a ghost & fly crazily into the night.
Cause you can feel~ his hand, but it could just be a flower too
It’s up to you… Masterful Blue.
Blue eyes try, try not to cry,
You should question what you feel.
From a different point of view, blue eyes, this whole world may not be real.
And he was scared~ cause he once was a baby, too,
Then he did it to you… now he’s the Masterful Blue.
Masterwood! Do not be so hard upon yourself!
You cannot be held responsible for every hammer on your good friend’s shelf.
Nor for his thick-wooded table, nor his ochre rug, so dingy and bare,
Nor for his hands stretched high upon the wall,
Nor for the quiver in his underwear.
Not for the cushion of his cheek which rested on the wall’s off white paint.
Nor for the single tear he cried, nor for the Chinese tear stain.
Masterwood! You are FAR too hard on yourself!
Why, Masterwood is just like everyone else!
Wearing your favorite khaki pants and thrusting
your hands deeply in them. Strolling in the woods
behind your house and letting the breeze blow through them.
You think of a lot of poetry. You have lots of things that you do.
So, Masterwood, let the boy fend for himself- just give him
a smile when you’re through.
I look so out of place here with a sack upon my chest.
Gloom is leaking from my eyes, milk is spilling from my chest.
You’ve been starring in my eyes for five minutes now.
Every cloud that passes casts a shadow on your brow.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
Your silhouette is outlined by the coldness of the sky.
You look like a soldier who is outlined by the sky.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you won’t even try.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you won’t even try.
If it please you, sir, I’m a messenger.
If it please you, sir, I’m a messenger.
If it please you, sir, I’m a messenger-
A messenger of god.
You can recognize me by the heavy X I wear;
Placed upon my shoulders like an anchor from the air.
You can recognize me by my sadness and my pouch.
You can recognize me by the letters spilling out.
I wish you would love me, love me; I wish you would try.
I wish you would love me, love me; I wish you would try.
I wish you would touch me now, but you won’t even try.
I wish you would shield me from the hollow of the sky.
Wish you would unbuckle man this satchel from my chest.
Who will read these letters that I carry on my chest?
Who will take my hand and lay me on a bed of straw?
I wish you would lay me lay me on a bed of straw.
Who will lie above me like a heavy leaden cloud?
Who will separate me from the hollow of the sky?
Who will lay me on my back and shield me from the sky?
Who will read these letters that I carry from the sky?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger-
A messenger of god.
The stars have started whispering; the wind is blowing wild.
My knees begin to wobble like the body of a child.
Dust begins a-blowin from the circle where you stand-
I wish you would touch me with your body or your hand.
I wish you would touch me touch me; I wish you would try.
I wish you would try to separate me from the sky.
I can feel my body being swallowed by the sky.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you ain’t gonna try.
My back begins to buckle from the sack upon my chest.
Your brown eyes are tangled on the sack upon my chest.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you won’t even try.
I can feel my body being swallowed by the sky.
I turn my face toward you now, as if to say goodbye.
Your brown eyes are swirling like a brown and earthen sky.
I can feel my body being swallowed by the sky.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you ain’t gonna try.
Does it matter, sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger?
Could you touch me, sir, I’m a messenger,
A messenger of god.
I wish you would take my hand and guide me on the earth.
You could be my arab; you could guide me on the earth.
The dust is swirling all around; its filling up my eyes.
You could use my body like a little piece of sky.
You could really love me, man, don’t be afraid to try.
You could really guide me on this land beneath the sky.
You could shield my body from the dust and from the rye.
You could penetrate me like a little piece of sky.
Do it please you sir, I’m a messenger.
Do it please you sir, I’m a messenger.
Do it please you sir, I’m a messenger.
A messenger of God.
Can you hear me sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger,
A messenger of God.
The bells are a ringin
i know what they mean
beaten the yankees in battle again
murdered our foes; squashed them like grapes
crushed down their bones; trampled their capes
Boys’ll be marchin on back to this town
two by two marchin on, lonely & proud.
dreaming of the women they’ll have
thinking they’ve earned us & maybe they have…
Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?
My name is Methodius Paygate, my friends
the lovliest loneliest woman in town
boys have been fighting since I was eighteen
no one has yet laid Methodius down.
Guess it’s somethin’ like custard’s last stand
surrounded by blood-hungry men
got no weapons to keep them away
just lock my knees tightly together & pray…
Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?
The women & girls well they make fun of me
calling me high on my horse
the men & the boys they grow angry with me
calling me icy & many things worse
But i think that they misunderstand
i don’t wanna be no virgin queen.
its this tiny voice buried in me
it ain’t something that i understand
Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?
Confederates stand for many things
such as beautiful flowers and lace
i gaze at my self in the mirror and watch
as the blood rushes up to my face
Bells dance in through the window.
clouds drift up from the south
boys will arrive here by evening
taste of my blood grows strong in my mouth…
Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?
Everybody says the same old things; they don’t know what’s going on.
Lining up likes ducks in a row; they don’t know soon they’re gonna be gone.
Everything washes away they say, but they don’t know where it goes when it’s gone
Lining up with eyes on the drain they strain, while the moon rises above the lawn.
Shining silver on the great big house,
Shining silver on the little white mouse who runs to hide.
Shining silver on the white brick wall,
Shining silver where the shadows fall
The taste of iron inside.
Put the cuffs on their ankles and hands
Their legs will shake but we need them to stand.
Tuck a little piece of metal into each little mouth
Press their lips shut we need them not to shout.
Line them up against the white brick wall
Fire above their heads so they’ll start to crawl, looking for a place to hide.
Open up the back door, they’ll scramble in
Make certain that the last one is safely in then lock the door behind.
A man is asleep in a great big bed,
Stars glitter softly on his bald head,
He knows what’s going on.
He could try to change it, but it would still end the same.
He is just a player; he does not control the game.
He knows he’s just a pawn.
And so he sleeps with a contented snore
As they crawl like shaking children through his back door.
He knows they’ll be finished off by the stairs,
Choking on their own blood but he no longer cares.
All he can do is escape from their screams
By flying into a world made of beautiful dreams.
A world where the mice people are his friends,
A world in which life never ends.
mikael, mikael, be by my side
to grip my arm when i would hide
to lick my tongue, to lay the blame
to take my hand, to pull its frightened flesh into the flame
where are we from? why are we hear?
what could we lose? what could we fear?
what can we take? what can we win?
what stays behind what makes us want to walk this road again?
ribbon, ribbon, your job is this:
to tell the world that i exist
to tell the world that i am here
the one they love,the one they will soon learn to never fear
you slide your hands between my thighs
you spread my legs you watch my eyes
you place your tongue inside; i let you in
you leave my house & still i know that you’ll be back again
father, father, your lonely child
so touched by other worlds so cold & wild
your flame, your flame, i took it in
i spoke my name, & now the whole world knows where i begin
Mister will you make love to me?
My feet are gold from their collision with the earth
Tumbled like a changeling from the sky.
I saw you walk in with your white pants and brown shirt.
Hector pointed you to me. M. A. N. he said to me.
That’s a man he said to me. And you’re an alien.
You see a man will not make contact
with a pink and silver womback
and we recommend you get on back to the sky.
Mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
and if not you, then who?
Flickering your pencil like the feathers of bird.
You cross your legs and gaze up at the sky
Every single finger is stacked up upon your knee.
Like an abacus of ten tiny birds tucked neatly in.
Like a sexy mandarin, oh mandarin!
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
and if not you, then who?
Have you seen the star dust clinging lightly to my shirt,
Dripping like a river down my leg?
The cold of space still hangs around me loosely like a vest.
And underneath my heart is white, brave but only in the night.
Mandibles of wrong and right.
Dumb to what I really feel
Phantoms breeding with the real
Heart is spinning like a wheel
And blown out by your eyes
Mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
mister will you make love to me?
And if not you, then who?
Every word you speak swims like a minnow through my clothes,
Minnows that are young and made of light.
Everytime you look at me I’m melting in my clothes.
But mister I don’t know the road,
The road to love, the road to earth
The road to death and human birth
The coronation of a queen
The slaughterhouse of changelings
Don’t know how to win a game
On the checker-board of life
Where a man acquires a wife
Where a wife acquires a gown
Bears her children upside-down
Wide-eyed children gaze around
Wander to a distant town
Squabble for a coin they found
Oh chancellor I’m down.
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
Mister will you make love to me?
And if not you, then who?
Mr. Greenjeans, go and find her
Go and find your red-hot mama
I can use this duffel bag as a shelter from the sun
I don’t need loneliness but maybe she needs me
Like a woman tugging at my sleeve, I guess I’ll satisfy her.
Cast out on the corner, like a snail without a shell
Hard to say I’m doing well, but don’t worry I’m alright
Ain’t like me to cry and it ain’t like me to fight
Gotta snuff them feelings out if you want to feel alright.
Cast out on the corner like a bottle on the sea
Feeling hollow, feeling free, hey don’t worry I’m alright
Loneliness is starring with her eyes so hard and free
Tell me where are people running to when they run away from me?
Mr. Greenjeans, go and find her
Go and find your red-hot mama
I can use this duffel bag as a shelter from the sun
I don’t need loneliness but maybe she needs me
Like a woman tugging at my sleeve, I guess I’ll satisfy her.
Gotta keep your heart from shining; got to paint it black
Stuff it down and push it back to where the weeds and flowers grow
You ‘sposed to understand and not be understood
Put a satchel on your head and then just say you’re doing good.
This world I’m living in, do I need to understand her?
Is it my job to command her? is it my job not to cry?
Loneliness is watching with her eyes so hard and blue
Her face is like a saucer and it don’t let nothing through.
Mr. Greenjeans, go and find her
Go and find your red-hot mama
I can use this duffel bag as a shelter from the sun
I don’t need loneliness but maybe she needs me
Like a woman tugging at my sleeve, I guess I’ll satisfy her.
Cast out on the corner, like a snake without a heart
Slither painful through the alley, now I got me a fresh start
Get me some patches then I’ll be as good as new.
Sniffing out someone to save me for at least a day or two.
Mr. Greenjeans, don’t you worry I’ll be doing fine
You’ve got your life, I got mine; and you know I’ll be alright
Don’t waste your money, man, on something pink & blue
Better not begin to feed me or I might start needing you.
Trapped inside me is a mother
Trapped inside me is a rolly polly girl
I’m gonna shake it like no other
I’m gonna spread my crazy fingers through the world.
We will always be together child
We can get through any weather child.
Mommy sees me in the mirror
Mommy runs her crazy fingers through my hair
Mommy knows I like her makeup
Mommy knows I like those crazy clothes she wears.
We will always be together child
We can get through any weather child.
Mommy says I am her angel
Mommy says I am her bouncy flouncy boy
Mommy sets me on the table
Mommy says that when I dance it brings her joy.
We will always be together child
We can get through any weather child.
Mommy dances beside me; in the mirror we are one
Mommy dances behind me; mommy and me have so much fun.
Trapped inside a woman
I dab her makeup when it dribbles down my face
Trapped inside me is a lady
Watch this lady dance her way to outer space.
We will always be together child
We can get through any weather child.
Touch my arms- where did I go?
Did I die? Please tell me no.
Touch my eyes- what do I see?
Pink clouds from behind a tree.
They fly, but so could I
Like a flag upon the air
And when they fly to paradise
I wish someone would take me there.
Roll me over, wake me up
Tell me once more who I am
Am I soldier? Am I death?
Am I muscles? Am I man?
Tell me once more how to dream
Then smack me wide eyed with your palm.
Fill my lucky blue canteen
We’ll climb the horses and be gone.
Someone is going to die
But praise the gods, it won’t be I!
Upon our horses, two by two
We fly the flags through which wind blew.
Gods, I don’t want to be a coward no more
Won’t you smack me on the helmet right now?!
I don’t want to live upon my knees anymore
You just tell me who to kill and say how.
Riding through a mountain pass
When a wave of men descend.
I caught one right on chest
And another on the chin.
Someone is going to die
But praise the gods, it won’t be I!
For I killed one and maybe two
Inside the pass, through which wind blew.
Gods, I don’t want to be a coward no more
Let’s just push it to the limit right now.
I don’t want to live upon my knees anymore
You just show me who to kill and say how.
Falling on the soft green grass
Lying in a pool of blood
Clouds come down surround me now
They overtake me like a flood.
Pink flags in the distance fly
Carried by a cavalry.
Lift my head, now where am I?
The moon is green, where could I be?
Green moon, where could you be?
This can’t be earth, so where are we?
And do you feel the gentle wind
The scent of rose- you’ll ride again.
Climb upon my horse again
Let my purple flag unfurl.
We will ride forever now
Conquering the autumn world.
Last night I dreamed some stranger murdered my pet snake.
In the middle of the sidewalk, he just smashed her against a pole.
Her blood filled the sidewalk with a puddle one foot deep;
I was screaming ‘murder’ at the top of my lungs.
Then I saw you walk by, in your nonchalant style,
Splashing through blood and pretending you couldn’t see.
My lungs were exploding, I was gagging on my tears,
But you walked by, pretending not to see.
So fuck you, Dusty, murder it don’t get no second chance;
A murderer’s a gonner and a curse.
And yes, I do remember this all happened in a dream,
But you refuse to love me, and that’s worse.
Is it hard to call 911 with a cell phone on your hip?
Is it hard to comfort me when I’m coughing blood and tears?
Did you know that ignoring a crime is considered a crime itself?
Did you know you could go to jail?
Cause it ain’t legal to just splash through a bloody heart, and
It ain’t legal to ignore silent cries for help.
It ain’t fucking legal to just walk by my fantasies,
Or the bloody corpse of a snake.
So fuck you, Dusty, murder it don’t get no second chance.
A murderer’s a gonner and a curse.
And yes, I do remember this all happened in a dream,
But you refuse to love me, and that’s worse.