Death And Hell
(专辑: The Road Goes On Forever - 1995)
She stepped down from her carriage, At Ten Vermillon Street. I
took off my roustabout, And slung it at her feet. We went into her parlor, And she cooled me with her fan, But said, "I'll go no further, With a
fantasy-making man." I
said, "I'd walk on the
Ponchatrain, For what you have today." Just a
drink from your deep well, And I'll be on my way. She laughed and heaven filled the
room. Said, "This I
give to you, This body's wisdom is the
flesh, But here's a
thing or two. "Death and hell are never full. And neither are the
eyes of men. Cats can fly from nine stories high. And pigs can see the
wind." She let me make my pallet, In the
moonlight on the
floor. Just outside of paradise, But right in hell's back door. The
image of her nibbled, At the
eye of my soul. My dreams were a
hurricane, And quite out of control. Then her voice came through the
storm, It's more than flesh I
deal. And you will have to pay, For any wisdom that you steal I
woke to tinted windows, In lavender and red. The
first station of the
cross, Is just above my head. I
awoke to gargoyles, And a
hard bench for my bed Jesus Christ and Pontias Pilate, Were just above my head. Death and hell are never full. And neither are the
eyes of men. Cats can fly from nine stories high. And pigs can see the
wind.