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Sawdust & Diamonds
(专辑: Ys - 2006)
From the
top of the
flight of the
wide white stairs Through the
rest of my life, do you wait for me there? There's a
bell in my ears, there's a
wide white roar Drop a
bell down the
stairs, hear it fall forever more Hear it fall forever more Drop a
bell off of the
dock Blot it out in the
sea Drowning mute as a
rock And sounding mutiny There's a
light in the
wings hits this system of strings from the
side while they swing, see the
wires, the
wires, the
wires And the
articulation in our elbows and knees makes us buckle and we couple in endless increase as the
audience admires And the
little white dove made with love, made with love made with glue and a
glove and some pliers Swings a
low sickle arc from its perch in the
dark, settle down, settle down my desire And the
moment I
slept, I
was swept up in a
terrible tremor Though no longer bereft, how I
shook and I
couldn't remember And then the
furthermost shake, drove a
murdering stake in and cleft me right down through my center And I
shouldn't say so but I
know that it was then or never Push me back into a
tree Bind my buttons with salt And fill my long ears with bees Braying, "Please, please, please Oh you ought not, no you ought not" And then the
system of strings tugs on the
tip of my wings cut from cardboard and old magazines makes me warble and rise like a
sparrow And in the
place where I
stood, there is a
circle of wood, a
cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow And it is terribly good to carry water and chop wood streaked with soot, heavy booted, and wild-eyed As I
crash through the
rafters and the
ropes and the
pulleys trail after and the
holiest belfry burns sky high And then a
slow lip of fire moves across the
prairie with precision While somewhere with your pliers and glue, you make your first incision And in a
moment of almost unbearable vision, doubled over with the
hunger of lions "Hold me close," cooed the
dove, who was stuffed now with sawdust and diamonds I
wanted to say, "Why the
long face?" Sparrow perch and play songs of long face Burro buck and bray songs of long face Sing, "I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay just to lift your long face And though it may be madness, I
will take to the
grave your precious long face And though our bones they may break and our souls separate, why the
long face? And though our bodies recoil from the
grip of the
soil, why the
long face?" And in the
trough of the
waves Which are pawing like dogs Pitch we, pale-faced and grave As I
write in my log Then I
hear a
noise from the
hull Seven days out to sea And it is the
damnable bell And it tolls, well I
believe, that it tolls It tolls for me and it tolls for me And though my wrists and my waist seem so easy to break still my dear I'd have walked you to the
edge of the
water And they will recognize all the
lines of your face in the
face of the
daughter, of the
daughter, of my daughter And darling we will be fine but what was yours and mine appears to me a
sandcastle that the
gibbering wave takes But if it's all just the
same then will you say my name? Say my name in the
morning so that I
know when the
wave breaks I
wasn't born of a
whistle or milked from a
thistle at twilight No, I
was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright So enough of this terror we deserve to know light and grow evermore lighter and lighter You would have seen me through but I
could not undo that desire Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire, oh Desire, desire Desire, desire From the
top of the
flight of the
wide white stairs Through the
rest of my life, do you wait for me there?
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