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A splash shakes my morning dream
Is that a giggle by the mountain stream?
I sneak over to steal a look
I’m straining to muffle my breathing
A woman, or, no—a god?
At play among the river rocks
I slip falling in her lap
When a spirit usurps me, moves my mouth for me I say
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Like testing for something sweat
She takes her tongue-tip across my cheek
And, boneless, I hit the floor
When she flees in laughter with me calling after
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Now I’m glued on her like a moon
Caught in her dark lagoon
And I hum like a dumb machine
Fearing I’ll miss her, my voice, a whisper
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
Would you let me be near you?
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Finally
04:56
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The sun tears me, dead, from my grave
I throttle my head and I pray
An angel would skewer me through
I roll over, then I see you
Finally, I found someone to carry me
To lift me up above the waves
And lead me close to happiness
Your love is the leg of my stool
The hull of my boat, and the mule
That drags me through this ugly dream
Is love on my tongue when I scream?
Finally
Lady you’re driving my hearse
You shoulder my box through the church
Yeah, lady, you’re my final peace
The one I’ve been dying to reach
Finally
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I Wanna Go Home
04:10
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I used to be immortal when in the elbow you lent me
But now the joints of this machine that you built
Have rusted far beyond mending
I called myself a soldier, bought myself a gun
I was shopping for the perfect revolution
But now my gun is out of bullets, my army over run
And I want to go home
I remember being hungry, and I remember the anger
I remember waking up every day and having something to fight for
Now I’ve found a decent living with nothing left to need
I do the daily motion, my member asleep
And I stay awake throughout the night trying not to scream
I wanna go home
Now the night is almost over, and I dunno if I’ll get through
My sun it never shone from the sky, it always shone from you
Now I’ve plenty time ahead, I’m only twenty-five
But just because I’m breathin don’t mean I’m alive
Mama, can you hear me howling
I wanna go home
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4. |
Coming of Age
05:25
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I’ve broken all my mirrors cause I look just like the bogieman
My vision's swallowed by this New York City harmattan
I see a woman’s grin explode under a warm caress
I think about it later when I’m
I’m coming of age I guess
(I hope you understand)
In the distance I can see you there
Cigarette stuck in your face
I near you as you stub it on a bright bodega canopy
I don’t know what your deal is, but can I have some?
I can’t recall how long it’s been since I’ve talked to anyone
In a minute I am leaving all the things I believed in
Everything I’ll ever need, lip-to-drink in front of me
A flower in your pasture, my stem extending faster
I bite my lip to fight to last but I’m
I’m still coming of age, I guess
I’d like you to think that I know what I’m doing
But darling I ain’t so proud
Truth is you topple my fortress to ruin
If I do it wrong, would you help me out?
You say, ‘baby boy, you better shut your mouth’
Now I stampede through the city fueled with alcohol euphoria
Then I stumble through the midnight to your mattress in Astoria
I see the battle won: the trumpets shout it from your face
How deceiving is the fun of sleeping in a different place
Another sun, another head, the happy one of August, dead
Forgetting all I adored, I fade from you, afraid and bored
Now I’m pushin’ rope, another bed
I close my eyes and raise my head
When your face usurps the one I’m with and I’m
Baby I’m still coming of age, I guess
I meant to say sorry when later I saw you, but some other words fell out
Instead I asked whether you think of me ever
You just stood there with a why’d-you-say-that frown
I guess I never learned to shut my mouth
I hope you understand
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