Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Dead Bug on a Window Sill


the bug was alive
and then it was dead
no funeral is planned
died on the sill
next to vomit and pills
while dreaming of the sand

how it came to be
and then came to die
is a mystery to us all
one minute we're not
and then we're all that we got
can you hear the silent call

wheat is growing hard
in the golden sun
the grain is a giver
to everyone
under the sun

(chorus)
i am god
i am god
on a window sill
in a london fog
i am god
i am god
in the light of the night
in the hair of the dog 
i am god

your love is a river
your soul is a lake
your boat is leaking
but that's okay
let's swim today, all the way
we're already peaking

sunshine is a cousin of mine
the moon a sometime friend
i learned to love them both
the gaze of the rays
in all of our days
visions of our oaths

small millionaires
drive around in corvairs
throwing quarters to the mob
i kneel to the ground
there are bugs all around
i will be just another job 

wheat is growing hard
in the golden sun
the grain is a giver
to everyone under the sun

(chorus)
i am god
i am god
on a window sill
in a london fog
i am god, so are you
i am god, so are you
in the light of the night
in the hair of the dog 
i am god, so are you

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