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I went down to the river and I wrote down what I saw -
Life was pure and simple there.
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I don't know which way I'm facing
Squeezing, Twisting Downward
I have tried to will myself
Closer to my natural form
I couldn't hear what you were saying
but it sounded like "they're out to get you"
I've never been so terrified
of people with no intent to harm me
But I can see for the first time
Strawberry, Blueberry, Dear Mrs. Blank:
I'm sorry to hear of your husband's passing
I could see that you were playing
but I couldn't make out much of what game
I have found a comfort here
in the bed I feared would devour me
I forgot what I was doing
I've forgotten even more,
but I feel the words you're sending to me
I feel the space I create in the floor
next to myself, when I lay down
and the world seems very comforting
but it's fleeting, and it's laced with fear
and I'm not sure I can admit the lot to you.
But I can see for the first time
Strawberry, Blueberry, Dear Mrs. Blank:
I'm sorry to hear of your husband's passing
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While we wait on grass patterns on your arm
in quiet American discomfort
I can see there, with flowers in your hair,
God's whispering, "be careful, stay safe, shape up"
While we wait, the world is so calm
may we never cease to grow,
may we never be mundane
It's cliche, but I'll wait for you
in days yet unbirthed, let us build, and run, and find
As we press on, let us speak our honest thoughts
When we're tired and we're spent, let's move along
Let's flourish when we're fresh
and press on when we're not
and hear whispered, be careful, stay safe, shape up
and the local girls
who I thought were the only kind in the world
can pack up all their things and move along
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Gin and Some Lessons
04:38
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Gin and Some Lessons, I've gone to stumbling
I've got my lenses in, I've got myself in a rush
I've got a quick wit, and I'm numb to the touch
And these strangers have me for the holiday
just a set of small days, I've got a brown bird
I've got cellophane, strings, and games to play
Gin and Some Lessons - Jokes all around me
filling up the air with a pleasant Joviality
I'm just not used to
You've got a few days left in Jackson, Mississippi
and I'm making the impression I might be a novelty
Resi's got bones that are tattooed with Henna
Adventure is calling, but right now she's here with me
Drinking tea and disapproving of what is going on
Inside the house there's a man
that is telling a lady things she doesn't understand
Dear Pot: Meet Kettle,
I've got aspirations, but nothing in the way of a plan
You've got a few days left in Jackson, Mississippi
and I'm making the impression I might be a novelty
But hey, until then, we'll let the wine flow
sweet and beautiful, all across the hardwood floor
and I might take this time
to get to know you as well as I can,
be more a man - we can reinvent love,
go beyond our timeframe, beyond our agenda
but hey, until then, we'll let the wine flow
sweet and beautiful, all across the hardwood floor
and I might use this time to make a name for myself
when Rasa's just not good enough
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Your father taught you to run
grow your hair long, keep your temper
you grew up right on the cusp
of the generational dud, the love no one remembers
and I think I'm beginning to understand
What's done is usually done
so pack up your things, say your goodbyes
to the life on the run
from the generational tourniquet,
the reds and the duck and cover
well, I think I'm beginning to understand
The air must be richer there
your eyes must be clearer there
your spirit opens up when you talk about
moving the purple in the dirt
where all our fathers were
You were my equivalent to five
Taught me drink as a drug, thought as a lifestyle
You taught me how to grow up
in the generational shade, life unbeknownst to love
and I think I'm beginning to understand -
My fingers are hollow now
no bone where it used to be
My spirit closed up, still talking about
the life of growth that will save us from
our fathers' footprints in the dirt
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A River
01:23
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I went down to the river and I wrote down what I saw
Life was pure and simple there
and I, with older eyes, I took a rowboat for a ride
and I was calling to myself from the shore:
"hey, don't come 'round anymore"
I got bored with the currents
and I got bored with the dreams
I got bored with being healthy
I get bored with everything
and I only went ashore
because it costs too much to stay on the stream
My eyes are older now, but the river never changed,
and I'm alive for now, I've got pennies that I've saved
in case I pass before you find me,
I will write this on the bank -
My eyes have aged, but the mud's the same
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