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Animals

 

Animals

(album: The Adventures Of Ghosthorse And Stillborn - 2007)


Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokenness
Of all the wicked avenues I've ever sold my love on.
All these moments of meekness and trembling subsided
in the outright abandon of this orphan child.
Home is on the highway living on soft bread and solace
I guess I'm waiting for nightfall or a solar eclipse.
And to wake up half empty,
Only to be filled again with mourning.

He's my evil shadow dove,
My black Palamito.
Can't break him like a diamond skull
I can't seem to do so.
Can't just rub him out like the
Mob used to do so.
Like memories of porno & teastains & tobacco O'h
it's a mini disastro
Bigger than the ice age
Don't know if baby dinosaurs
Maybe could live through it,
or Indians and butterflies;
What's crushed is my spirit.
Oh I fear it is too fragile
Like fall-leaves burn like paper.

I always knew,
I would spend a lot of time alone.
No one would understand me.
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
Spend all my time,
amongst the animals.
And on the tracks
I would go
they lead to the sea
to be amongst the animals.

Oh, I'm just a fall-leaf something simple and shy like that.
That's how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk.
Like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons,
I sit and entertain the bizarre ghosts of my soul. Lord..
His name still lingers, maybe lactates on my tongue.
Perhaps I'm just teething for a foreign fallen destiny;
Miserable but mine.
I look like his mother or Sophia Loren in an
old fashioned movie,
Slow motion I cling to my child,
Desperate for love.
One day soon my brother died, made me remember all the
subordinate feelings I cast aside, and
maybe I had lied when I said I was ok.
Just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say,
"Wild willow, windy winter
won't you blow through me?
My whole eternity."

I always knew,
I would spend a lot of time alone.
No one would understand me.
Maybe I should go and live amongst the animals?
Spend all my time,
amongst the animals.
And on the tracks
I would go
they lead to the sea
to be amongst the animals.

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