Feb 04, 2007 20:55
now the wintertime is coming,
the windows are filled with frost.
i went to tell everybody,
but i could not get across.
well, i wanna be your lover, baby,
i don't wanna be your boss.
don't say i never warned you
when your train gets lost.
-bob dylan
i've seen the
rains of the real world
come forward on the plain
i've seen the kansas of your sweet little myth
you've never seen it
i'm half sick on the drinks you mixed
through your true dreams of wichita
brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt stalks
push out dead air from a parking garage
where you stand with the keys and your cool hat of silence
where you grip her love like a driver's license
-soul coughing
it is the eye that catches me, a man protesting his worth
it is the year that catches you, putting the shake on your words
you are alert as a tigress at a common table with her fate
you can almost taste it
we'll be gone be morning or be together by then
-songs: ohia