Come on, if you think You can take us
If I’d been a dog They would have drowned me at birth
i’m channelling 17 dead revolutions that have long since given up the ghost
everybody knows my problems with God
Here I am in your room going through your stuff
Old photographs of the life you led
Headlights, Headlines tumble blindly as they make their way
suckin’ on an ice cream, –meltin’ in the hot sun.
You’re sure There’s a cure And you have finally found it
talkin’ about yourself again, you
See the danger – always danger When you walk in a green field,
in a green meadow, Down an avenue of trees
They’re hunting in packs By the rivers, through the streets
‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
There’s a pale, drooping maiden who toils her life away
“Don’t let him take me, Don’t let him handle me
With his hot hands, If you can keep me,” she says
shadow’s leapin’ church bells ring made against the night
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather,
for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
I bet there’s rich folk eatin’ in a fancy dining car nearby
They’re prob’ly drinkin’ coffee and smokin’ big cigars,
Look at me losing control, Thinking I had a hold
Poet priests of nothing, Poet priests of nothing
no, you’re not rid of me.
In all your darkest hours Have you ever heard me sing?
You’d better bring your fucking knife… Till we see eye to eye…
Some folks like to get away, take a holiday from the neighborhood
While the students rape their teachers, Comets fly across the sky
While the churches burn their preachers
Talkin’ about yourself again, you.
You got your problems, I got my eyes white.
you said your death must come first
the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
, grave visitations.
Given the choice, Given the heart, Given the tools,
Given the words. Given the cheers.
You think One drink Will shrink you?
In the city there’s a thousand men in uniforms
And I’ve heard they now have the right to kill a man.
People say I’m crazy doing what I’m doing
they give me all kinds of warnings
somewhere in april time, they’ll add another hour
should i go fishing or get a friend to hang around?
what is it that calls to us? why must we pray screaming?
If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still
i’ll tie your legs, keep you against my chest
I’ll take all the smog in Cal-i-for-ne-ay,
‘ every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains,
Divide your cultured pearls in haste.
so Come on, if you think You can take us–
I’m a teeny tiny little ant, Checking out this and that,
“it’s back to summer, back to the basics,” they say
I am flattered by your fascination with me,
like any uncharted territory,
but you’re not rid of me
no, you’re not rid
of me

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# the adoption party, perched – Douglas Penn