Why you want to touch something so warm
When you know life is cold and it’s back to the war?
Why would you want to see ribbons tied to the tree
Every spring? Life is flat. Ribbons don’t mean a thing.
Or else maybe they do and the problem is you
Watch the kids sing and dance. What’s the matter with you?
Don’t you want to play play? Smile and dance the whole day?
No I don’t. Let me sleep till I gather my strength then I’ll weep.
Obviously there was a time
I believed in the sky, I could dream, I could fly
Then he came to my life, a man fresh out of prison
I thought he was wise like a purple magician
Well, I never believed, but I had to pretend or
He’d lift up his big log and that was the end
Flat on the ground with my face in a ditch drain
Watching the water flow learning the language of pain
Learning languages darker and deeper
Learn how to play dead and be a mind reader
Giving a hand job with only your hand
Was it Shakespeare who said “Villainy- your name is man?”
Maybe he said it, but who would believe it
When nothing has happened till no one has seen it?
Too many things that have never occurred
I saw with my face in the water, the images blurred.
Scenes of night murders, black powder voodoo
Family and close friends cooked into a stew
I did not want to see it, much less to believe it, but
Water in my ears would not let me leave it alone.
Then one day I arose he was gone, and
I was not the same, but the world had marched on
Full of fair-weather friendships and white powder smiles
Won’t you tell me your story, sit down and stay for a while?
I would prefer not to, when you’d never believe me
I walk down the street and there’s black things I see, but
No one else can see them and they’d never believe them
Doomed to walk this earth with only one single friend.
So do I believe in the white unicorn?
Yes, of course, for he saved me with his silver horn, and at
Night we lie down and discuss all the black things
My finger, his horn, with eternity rings.
Until one day the black will reach it’s highest power
We’ll steal all its secrets in that final hour
Then maybe I, I’ll believe I can fly, so
We’ll smile at each other and we’ll turn to the sky.
Pikey, remember when we met and we kissed on a stone? We moved away, just the two of us, so far from home?
Do you remember when we wandered through the green fields together? You held my hand, you promised you would hold it forever?
Summertime, you were there You stood by side, shadows fell everywhere like a dream, oh. like a dream, oh.
Gathering the hazelnuts that will help me to learn as I Squint my eyes, far too many lies that I cannot discern
All the friends who used to play with me retreated for the season The dreams that felt so pillowy dissolved into reason
Autumn came, gray and brown You stood by my side as the leaves blew around like a dream, oh. like a dream, oh.
You drew a map upon our wall showing how the land lies You stocked up our basement with so many supplies You made me walk through the gloomy woods for hours each day You lit a fire, you told me you had something to say
Winter comes, don’t despair You won’t see my face, but you know I’ll be there like a dream, oh. like a dream, oh.
Pikey, can you hear me now, cause it’s hard to be brave? Pikey, if I close my eyes can you see my hand wave?
People come with open arms; I don’t want to touch them If you were here, you’d guard the door, with thick hands you’d crush them
Springtime, robin’s nest Green shoots up again, little knife in my chest like a dream, oh. like a dream, oh.
You are so soft and warm, dusted with flowers My face in the palm of your hand, I feel powerful Tell me again that you like my soft head I am an egg I will rest in your bed.
Hold me through nightshirts, hold me through pajama pants Hold me so tight I am forced to give up the dance Tie me to the bed and don’t let me escape from you Outside it’s cold, but you are my you are my
Pillowman dance, Pillowman sing Let me ride, let me ride in your basket that’s filled with the spring Hope will come again, that’s what they say to me Every green blade of grass bends down to pray for me
Filling my dreams with the scent of green fields A world so soft; a world where the obstacles will yield To a kind world, yield to a smile A plate full of cookies will persuade luck to stay for a while
Then I’ll walk back to a world that is cold Where the smiles and the cookies are all bought and sold But first leave me with something I can understand A scrap of pink flannel I’ll hide in my hand
Pillowman guard me, stand watch at my door Comfort me when I can’t comfort myself anymore When it hurts and they’re trying to charm me Knock on my door with intentions to harm me
I bury my face in your pillowy skin Breath through your pores and I feel peace descend To my brain like a powder that fills up my nose Is it true- everything comes and everything goes?
Just then the darkness begins to arise Surprised to find that someone realized That I I I I deserve to be befriended Your hands on my heart til the day it has mended
And as the black blood seeps into my brain Carrying the knowledge that made me go insane Black leather images bite me with fangs Held in your arms, I’m contorting with pangs
But Pillowman fights the past with his soft fists Pulls out his scalpel for the pieces of evil that resist Because I I I deserve to be defended My tears on his sleeve for the things that have ended
Head on your heart and your fuzz fills my ears Stroking my brain as it struggles with so many fears I wish I knew how not to be afraid But until then, Pillowman will be my friend.
