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My grandfather's name was Moon
Because his eyes were bright and round
And no amount of time or liquor could dull them
My grandmother's name was Joy
Because it spilled out of her heart
And bathed her precious children in its warmth
And there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow and the pain
But how they ever found it, I cannot explain

sitting around, no work today
try pacing to keep awake
laying around, no school today
just drink until the clock has circled all the way
it's late afternoon
as you walk through the rooms
of a house that is quiet
except for unanswered telephones

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
Something that would make me never want another
Something that would make it so that nothing matters
All would be clear then
But I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments
And watch it all dissolve into a single second
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
Or one foolish line

The language in the dimmer rooms
Seems to represent the light source well
How soft they speak and seem to be at peace
With the music and the madness that is pulling me into this
And the shades of the lamps are woven red
The light, it stains and consecrates
Anointing all forgotten forms that swirl and smoke
And haunt this place

Here is a scale, weigh it out
And you will find, easily
More than sufficient doubt
That these colors you see
Were picked in advance
By some careful hand
With an absolute concept of beauty
They are smeared and these blurs

"So long everything!" he shouted
Then he ran next door to Margot's house
"I'm moving," he said
"Where?" asked Margot
"Two weeks away," he said
"Mitchell, where is that?" asked Margot
"It's everywhere I will be after I walk for two weeks," said Mitchell, "I have lived in the same place for a long time, it is time for me to go someplace else"
"No," said Margot, "You have only lived next door for fifty years"

You take your clothes off Right after school The tea is on The flame is blue
And you hope it won't take All afternoon The TV's waiting To talk to you
It's your naked body On white velor But there's no feeling Just weight on you
But you get nauseous now As he speaks to you Such proper language For acts so cruel
He says, we all follow the rules We can't very well go And break them now can we? For you, for you, for you
Your older sisters I had them too But you're my favorite You know it's true
You look like your mother In that thin disguise Your parting mouth Your shining eyes
And the way that you hate me And the length of your hair It's the reason I make you It's the bond that we share

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
Like the sun's just going to drop if it's night you demand.
Well, in the dark we're just air so the house might dissolve.
But once we are gone, who's gonna care if we were ever here at all?
Well, summer's going to come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again.
No need to focus when there's nothing that's worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.

Used to dream of time machines
Now it's been said we're post-everything
As a child, imagining
Neckties and coastlines
I've seen the show, man, what a sight
Drenched us in approximated sunlight
The crowd was small and mostly blind, but kind
You're too kind

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets,
And they'll sell them for nothing a cheap watch or locket
That kind of gold washes off.
And the sad act like lepers, they stick to the shadows
And long to ring bells of warning to tell of their coming
So that the pure can shut their doors.
And the angry are animals senseless and savage.
They act without order in logical lapses,

So there was this woman and
she was, uh, on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the--the largest ocean
on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who, you know
she had tried to start conversations
an really--really the only thing

The picture's far too big to look at, kid
Your eyes won't open wide enough
And you're constantly surrounded
By the swirling stream of what is and what was
Well, we've all made our predictions
But the truth still isn't out
But if you want to see the future
Go and stare into a cloud

Claire's turning blonde for the summer, I guess
The sunlight just soaks into her hair
And she sits next to me on the motorboat
And shyly replies as to which boy she likes
At her school

So I am reminded of things I've forgotten
The way doors can open and people just walk in

The rain had started tapping
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide
And already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been

I listened to a lecture of nonsense until dawn
By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on
He said, "How did you ever dream up that song
The one where the baby dies?"

I said, "I"ll tell you the secret, which one"s your good ear?
Yeah, people are made up of water and fear
If there weren"t women present we wouldn"t be here

Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow
See the new Pyramids down in old Manhattan
From the roof of a friend I watched an empire ending
Heard it loud and long, the river's song
Time marching on, to a mad man's drum

Don't forget what you've learned

Противопоставления и сравнения в суете,
И ничего не имеет значения,
Пока нет ничего, что ты действительно знаешь.
Так что я просто дрейфую сквозь дни встреч и обещаний,
Но в конечном итоге все они будут нарушены и быстро заменены новыми.
Медленные недели, тянущиеся дни,
Как и вечеринки, и привычки.
Но все это продолжается,

A house of cards, supple heart
Is not a place to dwell
Now you have your cake
Don't hesitate
Come on just do it
Come on just do it

Put it in your mouth

Is it true what I heard about the Son of God?
Did he come to save? Did he come at all?
And if I dried his feet,
with my dirty hair,
would he make me clean again?
They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come,
when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun.
It will just go black, It'll all go back, to the way it was before.

The drunk kids, the catholics
They’re all about the same
They’re waiting for something
Hoping to be saved
Well I have been happy the past couple days
Just thinking of the women who’ve taken your place
And every night I think I certaintly won't ever sleep sober or alone

I wanted to come visit
You waiting in the springtime
I wanted to come visit
When the leaves change
As we dance back through the screen door
You waiting in the springtime
When the leaves change
The ground outside is begging

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

There's a voice on the phone
telling what had happened,
some kind of confusion
more like a disaster.
And it wondered how you were left unaffected,
but you had no knowledge.
No, the chemicals covered you.
So a jury was formed

Pilgrim across the water
We are the same brother
Hitchhiking back to Zion
Holding our tears as we flip the album
What if this leads to ruin?
You got a soul, use it
All this despair forgiven
Rolling away on the Wheel of Sevens

The phone slips from a loose grip
Words were missed then, some apology
"I didn t want to tell you this
No, it s just some guy she's been hanging out with
I don t know, the past couple weeks I guess"
Well, thank you and hang up the phone
Let the funeral start, hear the casket close
Let s pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat

The Wife forgave the Mistress for she only entertained

The pain was gone the instant she cleared her throat to speak her name

Said, "Both of us must suffer from the same unending ache"

The world was not of interest though her days were never dull

Some plans were made and rice was thrown
A house was built, a baby born
How time can move both fast and slow
Amazes me
And so I raise my glass to symmetry
To the second hand and it's accuracy
To the actual size of everything
The desert is the sand

Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall
Leave the death ledger under city hall
Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today

Leave the lilac print on the linen sheet
Leave the birds you killed at your father's feet
Let the sideways rain and the crooked street remain

Meaning is sometimes hard to spot
It begins with the flickering of cigarettes
In the darkness of a dorm room
Somewhere in the suffocated mid-west
And if this is real then I was mistaken
And if there is truth then why can't we find it?
Beauty comes to those who have been waiting for something
Bigger than themselves

When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse
All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
Better find yourself a place to level out

Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way
A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret

Every new day is a gift. It's a song of redemption.
Any expression of love, a way to return
To the place I think of so often but now never mention.
The one the voice in the back of my head says that I don't deserve.

Come fire, come water, come karma. We're all in transition.
The wheel of becoming erases the physical mind
Till all that remains is a staircase of misinformation

My brother finds comfort in calculators
He assigns every number a name
He believes that they add up to certainty
And he is upset with fractions that remain

So I examine these maps with my eyes and at best
I can trace with my finger all the way
To that town where she went an attempt to forget

Love is real
It is not just in novels or the movies
It is fact
And it is standing here right in front of you
So if you open your eyes
Oh what a sweet discovery
There is hope, and there is joy, and there is acceptance
So now let all of the light that collects on your plants

No one knows where the ladder goes
You're gonna lose what you love the most
You're not alone in anything
You're not unique in dying

I feel estranged every now and then
Fall asleep reading science fiction
I want to fly in your silver ship

If you walk away I walk away
first tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday
so you walk that way I'll walk this way

and the future hangs over our heads
and it moves with each current event
until it falls all around like a cold steady rain

Here we go. Can I get a goddamn timpani roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight it is a goddamn song, for all you goddamn people:

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness. A baby cries hard in an apartment complex, as I pass in a car buried under the influence. The city's driving me out of my mind. I’ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity. He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity. Next time he will not aim so high. Yeah, next time, neither will I. Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list. While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. He knows there's worse things than being alone. I’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. I mean, why wait around, if it's just to surrender? An ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.

Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make, I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home. Well, My teachers, they built this retaining wall memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And got my grades back and forgot just as easily, but at least I got an A. And so I don't have them to blame. Well, I should stop pointing fingers; reserve my judgment of all those public action figures, the cowboy presidents. So loud behind the bullhorn so proud they can't admit when they've made a mistake. While poison ink spews from a speechwriter's pen, he knows he don't have to say it, so it, it don't bother him. "Honesty" "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion." And the approval rating is high, and so someone's gonna die. Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split. And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. We're still the pawns in their game. As they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history. Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan on that fast food marquee: Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues. Oh and the Blues! I got the Blues! That's me! That's me!

Well, I awoke in relief. My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills, in a Chicago hospital. And my father was there, in a chair by the window, staring so far away. I tried talking, just whispered, "...so sorry...so selfish.." He stopped me and said, "Child I love you regardless and there is nothing you could do that would ever change this. I'm not angry. It happens. But you just can't do it again." And so now I try to keep up, I’ve been exchanging my currency. While a million objects pass through my periphery. Now I’m rubbing my eyes cause they’re starting to bother me. I’ve been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to love and to be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.

I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you
I said I liked your shoes
You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time

(Conor Oberst + Gillian Welch)

Well, I know that it is freezing
But I think we'll have to walk
Keep waving at the taxis
They keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party
At some actor's West Side loft

I heard you're scheming new pyramids
Another big idea to get you rich
Make a plan to love me sometime soon

You said you had your foot in the door
You buy and you sell, you buy some more
Make a plan to love me sometime soon

Our love is dead but without limit
Like the surface of the moon
Or the land between here and the mountains
It is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent
But the way you taught me to just let it all go back

So we learn to be as faithless
Stand behind bulletproof glass

There is no beginning to the story
A bookshelf sinks into the sand
And a language learned and forgot, in turn, is studied once again
It's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen
You can squint at it through snowy static to make out the meaning
And keep on stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear
We need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear Because I don't know what tomorrow brings
It is alive with such possibilities

In the morning when you throw up water
And your skin, it turns a pale, pale yellow
Well, every day you lose more color
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
Do you think that someone paints your mirror?
And you think that things sound different
At the time when you speak
There are visions much clearer

Death may come, invisible
Or in a holy wall of fire
In the breath between the markers
On some black I-80 mile

From the madness of the governments
To the vengeance of the sea
Everything is eclipsed

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front
and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.

If you walk away, I'll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I'll walk this way

And the future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain

I had a brother once, he drowned in a bathtub before he'd ever learned how to talk.
And I don't know what his name was, but my mother does.
I heard her say it once.
Padraic my prince, I've all but died from the sheer weight of my shame.
You cried but no one came, and the water filled your tiny lungs.
Appear my dear and cry for me, it was six years ago today, that I laid you in your grave.
Your sweet young skin was shining then too.
So tonight to celebrate, I will, I will poison myself.

I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub
before he'd ever learned how to talk
And I don’t know what his name was
but my mother does
I heard her say it once
Padraic my prince, I have all but died
From the sheer weight of my shame

The heat comes in distant shifts
To fill up my room
It spills out of these ancient vents
To meet the new cold
And I lay in my twisted sheets
And stare out at the snow
Thinking of the next few months
My cold and lifeless eyes

Poison oak, some boyhood bravery
When a telephone was a tin can on a string
And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
You said you weren't afraid to die

In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes
Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?
I don't think that I ever loved you more

Preaired Pilot "Chapter One: In His Own Image"
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The sun came up with no conclusions
Flowers sleepin' in their beds
The city cemetary's hummin'
I'm wide awake, its mornin'

I have my drugs, I have my woman

Took the fireworks and the vanity
The circuitboard and the city streets
Shooting star, swaying palm tree
Layed (something) at his feet
If I could change my mind, change the paradigm
Prepare myself for another life
Forgive myself for the many times
I was cruel to something helpless and weak

Learning on the fly
How to gather and analyze
Nothing is living if nothing dies
What an exception to make
Roundly rejecting our faith

When singularity comes
We will be fully revealed

I wish I saved up for rainy days
Cause they're the hardest to be dry
I got no self control
I'm always begging into telephones
I bought a little from my brother's friend,
Well, just to get me by
I don't trust his cut
The effect is never as high as the mark-up

Amy's got a baby in her stomach
She took my hand I felt it kick
So she's crying an glowing
She's 3 months and showing
Seeing her now makes me want to live

But her man's got an angry mouth
He once told me to rot in hell

Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.
The sunrise and the sunsets.
You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.

First with your hands and then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
You took off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave
You used to be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom

Let’s sail away past the noise of the bay
Let’s sail away past the birth and death of the day
Let’s sail away to where the blues and greens swirl into gray
Let’s sail away
Let’s sail away past the cradle of these waves
Let’s sail away past the tide and it's slow decay
Let’s sail away to where the water goes, some endless open space
Let’s sail away

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.
Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much?

Does he lay awake listening to your breath?

At the center of the world
There's a statue of a girl
She is standing near a well
With a bucket bare and dry
I went and looked her in the eyes
And she turned me into sand
This clumsy form that I despise
It scattered easy in her hand

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover.
Well she sleeps there alone now
or perhaps with another but I try not to think about
that.
I try not to think at all.
I get cocaine from this girl I met
and my brother buys me alcohol.
And I stay up all night walking

You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room.
There is music playing tiny bells with moving parts.
Here the shadows make things ugly, an effect quite undesirable.
The bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across the wall
And it bounces off of the painted porcelain, tiny dancing doll.
Her body spins, as she pirouettes again, the world suddenly seems small.
On an off white, subtle morning you stretch your legs in the front seat.
And the road has made a vacuum where our voices used to be.

It's not the road we used to know,
they tore some buildings down.
The traffic's like a pack of dogs.
There's fewer trees, windows, fleas,
concrete on the lawn.
There's people here, but you are gone.
And I'm fine, still swimming through time.
Afraid some days I've reached the shore.

I have a friend, he's mostly made of pain. He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again. He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover. Then I tried to tell him that he had a sense of color and composition so magnificent and he said thank you please but your flattery is truly not becoming me. Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see no beauty could have come from me. I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time.
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true and her love for her man was one of her many virtues until one day she found out that he had lied and she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie. But she was grateful for everything that had happened and she was anxious for all that would come next. But then she wept, what did you expect, in that big old house with the cars she kept. Oh and such is life she often said, with one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death which was fine with her, she never got upset and with all the day she may have left she would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best. She was free to waste away alone.

Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove and this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road and he said officer, officer, you've got the wrong man, no, no, I'm a student of medicine, the son of a banker, you don't understand. The cop said no one got hurt you should be thankful and your carelessness, it is something awful. No I can't just let you go and though your father's name is known, your decisions now are yours alone, you're nothing but a stepping stone on a path to debt, to loss, to shame.

The last few months I've been living with this couple, yeah you know the kind who buy everything in doubles. They fit together like a puzzle and I love their love and I am thankful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely, no laurel tree, just green envy. Will my number come up eventually? Like love's some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what's underneath. It's sorry, just one cherry, play again, get lucky.

I've been hanging out down by the train's depot, no I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there. And they remind me of windup cars in motion, the way they spin and turn and jockey for positions and I want to scream out that it all is nonsense, oh your life's one track, can't you see it's pointless? But just then my knees give under me, my head feels weak and suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me who's lost my self-identity as I hide behind these books I read while scribbling my poetry. Like art could save a wretch like me with some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve and I am never real, it's just a sketch of me and everything I've made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.

If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it till you're blind?
And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you're right?
Why are you scared to dream of God
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on...

Well I left my baby
For a dream as lovely
For a love that's only in books I've read

Then I hit the city
Spent all my money
I just left my whole life in a taxicab

Tomorrow when I wake up
I’m finding my brother
And I'm making him take me back down to the water
That lake where we sailed, and we laughed with our father
I will not desert him
I will not desert him

No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean

When the president talks to God
Are the conversations brief or long?
Does he ask to rape our women’s rights
And send poor farm kids off to die?
Does God suggest an oil hike
When the president talks to God?

When the president talks to God