Despair Shanty
There’s a knot inside
That no one tied
And the ends are dipped in pitch
You may pick it til your fingers bleed
But you can never fill that need
And no one else can scratch that itch
Though others tried
Their twistings hide
That there is no simple resolution
A carpet knife drawn from the palm
A whiskey or a homemade bomb
It will only stretch out your confusion
(Bridge)
Alexander isn’t coming,
So let us wipe our bitter mouths and sing
There’ll be no one to smooth your twisted turnings
No one to loosen your strings
No one to straighten out your problems
As your calloused fingers just get numb
When your tongue is too twisted for talking
Sing something twisted, or be dumb
In our dreams
The sword edge gleams
But it won’t end in sturm und drang
Though in our tangled guts we hope
That we’re nearing the ending of our ropes
Together or separately we hang.
So now, and forever: go hang.
What can I say? I couldn't find a good rhyme for "cat's cradle."
That no one tied
And the ends are dipped in pitch
You may pick it til your fingers bleed
But you can never fill that need
And no one else can scratch that itch
Though others tried
Their twistings hide
That there is no simple resolution
A carpet knife drawn from the palm
A whiskey or a homemade bomb
It will only stretch out your confusion
(Bridge)
Alexander isn’t coming,
So let us wipe our bitter mouths and sing
There’ll be no one to smooth your twisted turnings
No one to loosen your strings
No one to straighten out your problems
As your calloused fingers just get numb
When your tongue is too twisted for talking
Sing something twisted, or be dumb
In our dreams
The sword edge gleams
But it won’t end in sturm und drang
Though in our tangled guts we hope
That we’re nearing the ending of our ropes
Together or separately we hang.
So now, and forever: go hang.
What can I say? I couldn't find a good rhyme for "cat's cradle."