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"On This Side of the Sea"
from Blessed October I sat apart, and I poured out my heart,
and they said you don’t speak to your mother that way So with one final glance, I brushed off my pants, and that’s why I went away For the gunmetal storms, for the freedom from form And the blooming fields of things I’ve never seen And I’ll lay down and die for the blameless sky And everything it means From Talkeetna to Gulf Shores, I flailed at the old doors, and the kind of people that clogged up my path Their pathetic adventures of diapers and dentures Of greed, and envy and wrath When I find a role for ‘Dark Night of the Soul’, and all the towers of convention have burned Wouldn’t it be wild if I had a child To share all the things I’ve learned In a faraway land, they lend you a hand if you’re down on your luck and have no place to go But you’ll fondle their babies, and give them the scabies And at best, you’re extremely slow When I walk past a man, as quick as I can, check to see if he’s turned ‘round to club me to death It can’t all be a bust, but if I came from dust Well, it’s just like I never left I dismissed the cheers for elephant ears as we steadily made our way back to the car And he wanted to know, when we get home If I could tape up his paper star When I woke up at dawn, he had his shoes on What are you in such a big hurry to do? He said, ‘I’m going to school, and I’ll follow their rules So I don’t have to be like you I can’t see, unless you sit, where the vampire bit And your billowing gut can pull up a chair You stumble and wheeze, like I have a disease that you don’t have the strength to bear You’re a self-made loser, a chronic excuser, And you don’t look nothin’ like a Disney-show dad’ Well, I’ve seen his eyes when he stifles his cries And I just hope he isn’t sad If your dreams are small, if you have none at all You’ll be laughing like Buddha, but you won’t get the joke And in my own way, I get down and pray that it’s not my spirit that’s broke I can’t say that it’s wrong to just go along Find something to do on this side of the sea My voice had cracked, but I knew how to act Like it’s how I meant it to be He stood apart, and he poured out his heart And I said you don’t speak to your mother that way He mimicked my glance, said ‘you had your chance’ And that was all he wanted to say Go to PLAYLIST |
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