Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Song For Tom Waits

some folks are fighting for survival
so weary in this world full of woe
they know that their enemy never sleeps
and no moss on a rolling stone grows

pick up the pitchforks and the tambourine
march barefoot into the snow
drip your blood onto the miller's grave
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

lately all the children are in hiding
where they hide nobody knows
i went in the forest with a butcher knife
no moss on a rolling stone grows

something was stirring in the meadow
the grass was moving to and fro
i leapt like a tiger, hungry and hot
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

they caught me in the wire up at village point
hung me up like a scarecrow
i washed my hands in the blood of christ
no moss on a rolling stone grows

the sun was shining like a silver spear
it burned me from my head down to my toes
i died laughing like the bastard that I was
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

the children bring me flowers almost every day
they dance and sing, i watch them grow
if i could touch them the devil would deny
no moss on a rolling stone grows

ain't nothing left but my dust and bones
can't even run a flag on up the pole
when you die be sure to drop by
no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

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1 Comments:

At 7:58 PM, Blogger Donna W said...

So THIS is what you're doing behind that closed door.
(It's wonderful baby, I love it.)

Your wife

 

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