Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, August 07, 2016

Little Birds Far From the Pain



Some dentist down south sent me an email
wishing me a happy birthday
I've never been inside of that office
and have no idea just what I should say

Somebody on FaceBook wished me a good one
kindly they were, kindly to care
I've never been inside of their thinker
I'm sure it is lovely, like a magical fair

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

Some bastard in Texas remarried his ex's 
time and again and then time and once more
I wonder if champagne tastes good in the summer
somewhere in Texas is an answer for sure

The dog is so pretty, so sweet and elusive
she runs in the yard like a pony so grand
Should I feed her my birthday, so she'll live forever?
I'll give her my years if she'll bark with the band

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

For humans in ruins, for laminate widows
For sorrow in strangers who stare
I've never been inside of their thinker
I'm sure it is lovely, like a magical fair

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

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