Cleanse Song - Bright Eyes
Hear the chimes? Did you know that the wind when it blows,
it is older than Rome and all of this sorrow?
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan?
From the roof of a friend, I watched an empire ending.
Heard it loud and long, the river's song,
time marching on, to a mad man's drum.
Don't forget what you've learned: all you give is returned,
and if life seems absurd, what you need is some laughter
and a season to sleep and a place to get clean,
maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting.
On a detox walk through the Glendale Park,
over sidewalk chalk, some rope read "start over."
So I muffle my scream on an Oxnard beach,
full of fever dreams that scare me sober into saltless dinners.
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth.
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing.
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance,
many lifetimes have passed, in an instant reminded
of a millstone house in a seaside town
when your heart gave out in a mission bed.
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
as you woke up purged as a wailing infant in Krung-Thep, Thailand.
Hear the chimes? Did you know that the wind when it blows,
it is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow?
it is older than Rome and all of this sorrow?
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan?
From the roof of a friend, I watched an empire ending.
Heard it loud and long, the river's song,
time marching on, to a mad man's drum.
Don't forget what you've learned: all you give is returned,
and if life seems absurd, what you need is some laughter
and a season to sleep and a place to get clean,
maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting.
On a detox walk through the Glendale Park,
over sidewalk chalk, some rope read "start over."
So I muffle my scream on an Oxnard beach,
full of fever dreams that scare me sober into saltless dinners.
Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth.
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing.
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance,
many lifetimes have passed, in an instant reminded
of a millstone house in a seaside town
when your heart gave out in a mission bed.
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
as you woke up purged as a wailing infant in Krung-Thep, Thailand.
Hear the chimes? Did you know that the wind when it blows,
it is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow?