Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The end of the ride


everything that dies is given a number
and told to go stand in a line
the line is so long you can't see its end
it's lost in the mists of time

death ain't nobody, death ain't no thing
you can bring it but it leaves alone
ain't got no address, it's everywhere
don't need a light on, it will find your home

i am the bed of the world
i am the hole in the sky
i am the bear hug from the other side
when you stop breathing I will be leaving
i will get off at the end of the ride
i will get off at the end of the ride


death is the friend of a friend of mine
everyone knows it or they will some day
don't need no formal invitation to tag along
better listen, it will have its say:

how many birds have you seen fly?
how many fish in the sea?
how many children singing nursery rhymes?
all of them will cease to be

i am the bed of the world
i am the hole in the sky
i am the bear hug from the other side
when you stop breathing I will be leaving
i will get off at the end of the ride
i will get off at the end of the ride

i love it when you smile, or just when you sleep
your hair, and your bottomless eyes
i feel your skin, again and again
and all i can do is sigh

we're thinking about a trip to the desert
in the spring, after the snow
me and my baby and a sack of bones
me and my baby will go


i am the bed of the world
i am the hole in the sky
i am the bear hug from the other side
when you stop breathing I will be leaving
i will get off at the end of the ride
i will get off at the end of the ride



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