Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Friday, April 12, 2013


ain't nobody at the sugar shack
ain't nobody at the bar
i looked inside angel's cafe
and saw moon dust and white stars
i looked on down the highway
to see where all did go
they pulled up all their roots, you see
and headed south down to Mexico

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

ain't no one at the high school
not even in the gym
the forest was a ghostown
run by the Brothers Grimm
mom and dad died long ago
and I expect I will die too
but before I shake my mortal coil
let us go, just me and you

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

the trees all pulled up their roots
the rocks all tumbled down
the mountains whooped and hollored
we cremated all the clowns
jesus was rumored to be on that night's bill
but all we heard were hammers
driving nails upon the hill

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

i reckon they won't find my bones
and if they did, what would that prove?
the buzzards got a right to live
at least they wait till you cannot move
when the winds start wailing
when the rain washes me true
i will hug the desert
if there's no hugging you

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

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