LITTLE BIRD FLIES INTO A BIG BLACK CLOUD
St. Ives Records
I'm Like You, Tree
I Show You Myself as a Fruit Tree
I Was Afraid All of the Day
Underlying Tone of Threat
The Glow, Pt. 2 Sequel
I'll Not Contain You (Piano Version)
Can I Bring This Bloom Inside?
Who Would Want to Hear What I Have to Say?
We're Here to Listen
I Got Stabbed
Phil Elvrum's Will
Three Steps
The Water is Wide
I Can See the Glowing Core in You
Fist Beats Chest
I'd Like a Truce
When Traveling, I Used to See
There's No Invincible Disguise That Lasts All Day
I’ve Seen Tomorrow (Only in book version)
I'm Like You, Tree
I'm like you tree, I grow and die
And like you, my wealthy branches sag in rain
And also like you, wind blows me dry
Still coursing through with wet remains
We grow in a gleam, we thrive in light
Look closely
Look at me closely
I look just like you, tree
We both burst blindly from the ground,
Hardened pilgrims from a molten core
And we both sing a love for a womanly cloud
Are many limbs reaching for more
We want more
I Show You Myself as a Fruit Tree
I show you myself as a fruit tree,
And you see the fort that could be made of that lumber
I dangle treats and you, girl, walk under
I show you myself as a buoy and you see an anchor
I sing you my welcome and you, you ship, are pulled under
You've got courage to knock on any door,
Until you come to freeze at mine
It swung wide
Oh you coward, you're afraid
You coward, you're the anchor
You coward, you're the fortress
You coward, you're afraid
I Was Afraid All of the Day
I was afraid all of the day,
I was the bars of my own cage,
I woke up in fear and laid,
Shielding my face from summer rays,
I was afraid all of the day,
I got up slow and afraid,
Staring off in a fearful way,
I went darkly through my day,
All of the day I was afraid,
I had no courage and no faith,
I became a walking cave,
Who once was brave but now afraid
I'm familiar with this way,
I face this fear, I've been its slave,
And each time I've earned a day,
I've held a torch, it's gone away
And so what’d I hold today?
What was it that broke my days?
Was it the moon or sunny rays?
Was it a bird? Was it a face?
Was it presence or escape?
Was it appetite and taste?
What good feeling came my way?
What delight was on display?
Well here I am at close of day
I'm at my bed and still in shade,
I'm still afraid at close of day
My black eyes didn't go away,
I was afraid all of the day,
And now I look the moon in the face,
And in my fear, I curse it's grace
Waste
Underlying Tone of Threat
And though the moss patterns your breast,
And the trickling stream covers your limbs,
Though the roots stretch deep, so wholesomely
And though the breeze blows so broad,
And the soil gives it up so pregnantly
And though the canyons echo reassuring,
Though the animals chirp, innocent,
And you hear waves pounding sort of mystically,
All these graces aren't the whole,
There's a violent voice I've also heard
There's an underlying tone of threat
There's terror underneath, deeply sprouting
To wrap vines around my legs,
And wrap me up in rotten rotting,
The magic rumble on the mountain,
Will avalanche and meet me, crushing
The Glow, Pt. 2 Sequel
I took my shirt off in the yard,
But too deliberately
It was a mistake to rely on having my treasures seen,
To wait there while my shoulders glowed in golden beams
I ignored my gold, swollen purse and I pursed my lips in thirst,
For the reassuring kiss that never came to me
And then cursing my own buoyancy, my blessed breaths annoyed me,
Until the ball of glowing moon sent some sense to me
When I saw it beaming down, I noticed my two feet
And the obvious expanse, and my flickering romance,
With the swan under my coat, with the song I sent from throat,
With the dawn and with getting older and with my glowing golden shoulders
I've climbed mountains on my own and found you on them, Phil
I climbed mountains by myself and found you up there, Phil
I'll Not Contain You (Piano Version)
I'll not contain you
I won't look for you in my room
Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you
Through climbing arms, I'll reach my loft
Through rotting skin, I'll leave my coffin
Through calloused work, I will grow soft
My eyes narrow towards a light
Can I Bring This Bloom Inside?
I heard from out the window a cooing in the trees
With a tingly ignition, I was swept off my feet
Sweeping cleanly, through blue stony streets, songs hit my ears
My eyes and my legs rolled mindlessly
And oh, there was flapping, a creaking unwrapping
And oh, there was chirping, the pink was unpacking
Sounds of life so bright, they burned a hole in me and burned deeper
I sat down to cooing from the trees
Coo, coo, coo
Deeper in debt for my legs to sweep me here
For eyes to drink it deep, deeply filling my large lungs
To blow flower's seeds
Can I bring this bloom inside for my friends to see?
With my bow break and my cooing, kids fall from the tree
Can I take the fruit that I produce to my friend’s feast?
Can I take this bloom inside for my friends to see?
Would my bow break and my kids fall from the tree?
Can I take the fruit that I produce to another's feast?
Who Would Want to Hear What I Have to Say?
Who would want to hear what I have to say
When everyone can see that my mouth is young?
My voice is smooth and sometimes shaky
Who could trust a body like mine to have seen
Into the depth of blue, between the clouds, past the soil,
And to have imagined how warm the core?
To have felt the ghost past by me, close?
How could a face staring so blankly and wearing such skin,
Have excavated ore from any depths, or appeared into any distance knowingly?
But my body holds songs!
My clear eyes see the shimmering flesh
And oh, the depth of my appetite!
So if you come to my place, I'll invite you in and you can blindfold yourself
Into your house, swiftly I move
And you’ll smell, with your nose, what I cooked for you,
And I'll describe with my own mouth what I've seen
We're Here to Listen
We'd been talking all day and we bathed and ate supper
And now we pause for breath, and we acknowledged certain death
And the size and the possibility, of living lustily
I am standing with my microphone before you all
You're looking right at me
You can scoot yourself closer
And why, why, why did we come here?
Someone made posters, we called for directions,
So we relax our muscles and I sing the same air as you
These words are the air you breathe
You are looking right at me and our bodies sit firmly
On a ground that's still churning
And there's a rumble so deafening,
And there's a roar from above,
The squealing of love
And there's a crashing in the branches,
And there's bass drums at dances,
And there's a hissing on the freeway,
And a whistling crevice
The quiet hum of the moon,
We all hum like that soon
We're here to listen
I Got Stabbed
“Who was it that got stabbed here?
There's blood everywhere
It's pooled up and drawn around in tracks
Whose blood is this?"
Well it's mine, I got stabbed here
With a flexing arm, I stabbed myself
And with a bloody flow,
Let go all that I have taken in
I cut a hole with my own hand,
My vitality poured into the sand
And with a clanging of bells above,
My blood gushed out a loud song
I cut a hole and let you see my hiding side,
Oh, with a pregnant silent love song was a side
So my pool of blood sings vigor (*?) into your eyes,
And my stab wound is healed up,
I've already filled another cup
With a nectar that drinks in all birdies cries,
All chilly toes, all tasty kisses,
All blooming blossoms and all kinds of light,
And I'm prepared to stab myself again tonight,
But the blood that pours from me will not be mine
It belongs to all its sources, like a pony's parent horses
Like the river's mouth holds debt to mountains high
But I've sung and said, "I've feasted with my eyes"
And all the blood I've bled keeps flowers fertilized
Well, if the song that came out left you with eyes dry,
Please know that what I saw left me paralyzed
And then, twitching in the glee for the gift given to me,
Then revive to tell my tale and show off these
These songs about the sky, I tried not to disguise
That the light of sun falls evenly on we
There's a warmth we all can feel effortlessly
We warm ourselves on bloody songs and sunny beams
Phil Elvrum's Will
I want wind
I'll trade the traffic for the roaring waves
I'll travel around to all the beautiful places
Or if I die in this van and someone finds this page,
Let my voice blow out in a salty spray
Let my friends blow salty tears at the sound of my name,
In either case, take me out of my case
Let my eyes reflect distance, let me live long days
Or if I die in a car, or drown in a plane,
Let my grieving friends feel freed and brave
And go all the time to the beach to picture my face
I want to be wind
Three Steps
Step 1:
Swim out and dive down and face the fear of the seemingly bottomless black of underwater. Imagine that it’s endless, but know there’s a sandy bottom not far.
Step 2:
Flip around out in the water and look up, facing the fear of even acknowledging the true endless black, with its bright spots and invisible black spots shimmering towards you, through great distances.
Step 3:
Now, the ultimate depth. Get out of the water and go home. Close your eyes, until you fall asleep and notice the thick black haze set in. But also, see the bright spots of green shimmering out of the depth and imagine how true and endless that abyss is, and how there are distant invisible dreams behind the ones you can see, and how those bright spots are still there when you awake; just obscured, like starlight in a blue noon sky.
The Water is Wide
The water is wide, the ship is slow
Of all the watery bodies, I've only known my own
It's feet are wet, so the rest is cold
The night fires burn low on my shaded glow
On a frozen sea, on a mountain road,
I picture you, love, in a graceful glow
You are distant, love, but there I go
I want to slide you up under my t-shirt,
I want to wrap your army of arms around me like feelers,
I want to feel your softness on my clammy stomach
And, sweaty, have your stray hairs on my tongue
And young, warm up, rise like warm buns
And young, rise up, rise like suns
And invisible, I could take you into my lungs
And invisible, I could take you in through my songs
You're a warming wind from a distant sun
I'm an iceberg and I’ll melt,
And out I'll run
I Can See the Glowing Core in You
You don't have to hold your tantalizing treasures high from my reach
I can see they’re also mine to take,
I can follow your sloping spine to mossy gardens where I can climb your vines
To a giant place, to canopies divine
You sexy, you, your storm could waste my harbor
You could lead my hand wherever,
With petting grace (*?), I could tickle you
The squinting gaze shows me that's true
That what we do, we can what we want to,
That you believe that I see you,
That we can do what we want to
We can let our glowing core burn through,
I can see the glowing core in you
Fist Beats Chest
While my body's fists beats chest, I scream triumphantly
Even in the gravest scenes in graveyards, bodies hear my scream
There I can wake my zombie slumber, I come back to life and lumber
Through the village, or wherever there's a treat for me
My reanimated self is flushed with showy health,
As I tear across the grass to sleep, and tackle you,
And smother you with smacking sounds, unwrapped and new
Wrapped in glory, clear and brave, looking gruesome and unshaved,
I'll spend every moment coming back to life
I'd Like a Truce
I'd like a truce, I'd like to kiss you in your sleep
I’d like a kingdom that I survey with a queen
Where we could grow up and admit the water's deep
I like the truth, I like to wake up from deep sleep in a heap,
I’d like to birth this babe in me in your bathtub, warm and wet
Make room for me, 'cause why shouldn't I live as God in a glowing canyon?
Hm?
My life could be a fruit bowl with my hand in
Stuck with arrows, tarred and feathered, in a tiger’s jaw,
Loving, living raw,
I’ll get my truce through open stares and steady, open palms
When Traveling, I Used to See
I used to see girls’ heads floating in the sky above passing fields and hills looking at me lovingly, and curiously, from the car window. But now, these days, I see giant girls’ fingers popping up through the soil of the fields and I see her reclining hips roll among the hills on the horizon. I feel her breath blow in through the car windows and wrap around me, shirt off, warmly. I vaguely picture her face but it's transparent and changes, dodging, always at the edge of wherever I'm looking. I can feel her true gaze more vividly than I can see real life eyes. It looks in on me from all angles, pressing me into my shape like an atmosphere.
There's No Invincible Disguise That Lasts All Day
What?
So I can sing a love so poetic
And with my song, I can claim a voice, prophetic
And then, somehow, from aching, be exempt?
Uh-uh
What?
So I can see a glow, a glimmer
And feast on fruits of all the singers
But not be stung by yearning's stinger
So supposedly, I'm strong
I cultivate a luscious lawn but my crops can fail, I can also be wrong
I can woo a distant beauty but hopeless missing always rules me
There's no invincible disguise that lasts all day
Painful storms will always come to blur my way
And conversely, blurry storms will go their way
There's no invincible disguise that lasts all day
The act is sweet but it casts a shadow, just the same
I’ve Seen Tomorrow (Only in book version)
I've seen tomorrow
And it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday,
And the nights that divide them up are also the same
The distant glow that I was aiming towards
Turned out to be weak, washy and thin
When I got there, I celebrated in its illusion
And my eyes cleared and I saw familiar faces;
My friends looking terrified and sad
And knowing me as one of them
Though the days had turned, I had not grown an inch
Though I felt transformed, I was who I had been
What looked open had just closed up again
Out of willingness to fuck it,
I was suckered in to thinking that what I gave could be taken in
We row and row
We stay the same
We're clutching oars
We row and row
And reach distant shores the same as where we left
And we're the same weaklings, hesitating to give in
There is only the grace of wind
I'm Like You, Tree
I Show You Myself as a Fruit Tree
I Was Afraid All of the Day
Underlying Tone of Threat
The Glow, Pt. 2 Sequel
I'll Not Contain You (Piano Version)
Can I Bring This Bloom Inside?
Who Would Want to Hear What I Have to Say?
We're Here to Listen
I Got Stabbed
Phil Elvrum's Will
Three Steps
The Water is Wide
I Can See the Glowing Core in You
Fist Beats Chest
I'd Like a Truce
When Traveling, I Used to See
There's No Invincible Disguise That Lasts All Day
I’ve Seen Tomorrow (Only in book version)
I'm Like You, Tree
I'm like you tree, I grow and die
And like you, my wealthy branches sag in rain
And also like you, wind blows me dry
Still coursing through with wet remains
We grow in a gleam, we thrive in light
Look closely
Look at me closely
I look just like you, tree
We both burst blindly from the ground,
Hardened pilgrims from a molten core
And we both sing a love for a womanly cloud
Are many limbs reaching for more
We want more
I Show You Myself as a Fruit Tree
I show you myself as a fruit tree,
And you see the fort that could be made of that lumber
I dangle treats and you, girl, walk under
I show you myself as a buoy and you see an anchor
I sing you my welcome and you, you ship, are pulled under
You've got courage to knock on any door,
Until you come to freeze at mine
It swung wide
Oh you coward, you're afraid
You coward, you're the anchor
You coward, you're the fortress
You coward, you're afraid
I Was Afraid All of the Day
I was afraid all of the day,
I was the bars of my own cage,
I woke up in fear and laid,
Shielding my face from summer rays,
I was afraid all of the day,
I got up slow and afraid,
Staring off in a fearful way,
I went darkly through my day,
All of the day I was afraid,
I had no courage and no faith,
I became a walking cave,
Who once was brave but now afraid
I'm familiar with this way,
I face this fear, I've been its slave,
And each time I've earned a day,
I've held a torch, it's gone away
And so what’d I hold today?
What was it that broke my days?
Was it the moon or sunny rays?
Was it a bird? Was it a face?
Was it presence or escape?
Was it appetite and taste?
What good feeling came my way?
What delight was on display?
Well here I am at close of day
I'm at my bed and still in shade,
I'm still afraid at close of day
My black eyes didn't go away,
I was afraid all of the day,
And now I look the moon in the face,
And in my fear, I curse it's grace
Waste
Underlying Tone of Threat
And though the moss patterns your breast,
And the trickling stream covers your limbs,
Though the roots stretch deep, so wholesomely
And though the breeze blows so broad,
And the soil gives it up so pregnantly
And though the canyons echo reassuring,
Though the animals chirp, innocent,
And you hear waves pounding sort of mystically,
All these graces aren't the whole,
There's a violent voice I've also heard
There's an underlying tone of threat
There's terror underneath, deeply sprouting
To wrap vines around my legs,
And wrap me up in rotten rotting,
The magic rumble on the mountain,
Will avalanche and meet me, crushing
The Glow, Pt. 2 Sequel
I took my shirt off in the yard,
But too deliberately
It was a mistake to rely on having my treasures seen,
To wait there while my shoulders glowed in golden beams
I ignored my gold, swollen purse and I pursed my lips in thirst,
For the reassuring kiss that never came to me
And then cursing my own buoyancy, my blessed breaths annoyed me,
Until the ball of glowing moon sent some sense to me
When I saw it beaming down, I noticed my two feet
And the obvious expanse, and my flickering romance,
With the swan under my coat, with the song I sent from throat,
With the dawn and with getting older and with my glowing golden shoulders
I've climbed mountains on my own and found you on them, Phil
I climbed mountains by myself and found you up there, Phil
I'll Not Contain You (Piano Version)
I'll not contain you
I won't look for you in my room
Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you
Through climbing arms, I'll reach my loft
Through rotting skin, I'll leave my coffin
Through calloused work, I will grow soft
My eyes narrow towards a light
Can I Bring This Bloom Inside?
I heard from out the window a cooing in the trees
With a tingly ignition, I was swept off my feet
Sweeping cleanly, through blue stony streets, songs hit my ears
My eyes and my legs rolled mindlessly
And oh, there was flapping, a creaking unwrapping
And oh, there was chirping, the pink was unpacking
Sounds of life so bright, they burned a hole in me and burned deeper
I sat down to cooing from the trees
Coo, coo, coo
Deeper in debt for my legs to sweep me here
For eyes to drink it deep, deeply filling my large lungs
To blow flower's seeds
Can I bring this bloom inside for my friends to see?
With my bow break and my cooing, kids fall from the tree
Can I take the fruit that I produce to my friend’s feast?
Can I take this bloom inside for my friends to see?
Would my bow break and my kids fall from the tree?
Can I take the fruit that I produce to another's feast?
Who Would Want to Hear What I Have to Say?
Who would want to hear what I have to say
When everyone can see that my mouth is young?
My voice is smooth and sometimes shaky
Who could trust a body like mine to have seen
Into the depth of blue, between the clouds, past the soil,
And to have imagined how warm the core?
To have felt the ghost past by me, close?
How could a face staring so blankly and wearing such skin,
Have excavated ore from any depths, or appeared into any distance knowingly?
But my body holds songs!
My clear eyes see the shimmering flesh
And oh, the depth of my appetite!
So if you come to my place, I'll invite you in and you can blindfold yourself
Into your house, swiftly I move
And you’ll smell, with your nose, what I cooked for you,
And I'll describe with my own mouth what I've seen
We're Here to Listen
We'd been talking all day and we bathed and ate supper
And now we pause for breath, and we acknowledged certain death
And the size and the possibility, of living lustily
I am standing with my microphone before you all
You're looking right at me
You can scoot yourself closer
And why, why, why did we come here?
Someone made posters, we called for directions,
So we relax our muscles and I sing the same air as you
These words are the air you breathe
You are looking right at me and our bodies sit firmly
On a ground that's still churning
And there's a rumble so deafening,
And there's a roar from above,
The squealing of love
And there's a crashing in the branches,
And there's bass drums at dances,
And there's a hissing on the freeway,
And a whistling crevice
The quiet hum of the moon,
We all hum like that soon
We're here to listen
I Got Stabbed
“Who was it that got stabbed here?
There's blood everywhere
It's pooled up and drawn around in tracks
Whose blood is this?"
Well it's mine, I got stabbed here
With a flexing arm, I stabbed myself
And with a bloody flow,
Let go all that I have taken in
I cut a hole with my own hand,
My vitality poured into the sand
And with a clanging of bells above,
My blood gushed out a loud song
I cut a hole and let you see my hiding side,
Oh, with a pregnant silent love song was a side
So my pool of blood sings vigor (*?) into your eyes,
And my stab wound is healed up,
I've already filled another cup
With a nectar that drinks in all birdies cries,
All chilly toes, all tasty kisses,
All blooming blossoms and all kinds of light,
And I'm prepared to stab myself again tonight,
But the blood that pours from me will not be mine
It belongs to all its sources, like a pony's parent horses
Like the river's mouth holds debt to mountains high
But I've sung and said, "I've feasted with my eyes"
And all the blood I've bled keeps flowers fertilized
Well, if the song that came out left you with eyes dry,
Please know that what I saw left me paralyzed
And then, twitching in the glee for the gift given to me,
Then revive to tell my tale and show off these
These songs about the sky, I tried not to disguise
That the light of sun falls evenly on we
There's a warmth we all can feel effortlessly
We warm ourselves on bloody songs and sunny beams
Phil Elvrum's Will
I want wind
I'll trade the traffic for the roaring waves
I'll travel around to all the beautiful places
Or if I die in this van and someone finds this page,
Let my voice blow out in a salty spray
Let my friends blow salty tears at the sound of my name,
In either case, take me out of my case
Let my eyes reflect distance, let me live long days
Or if I die in a car, or drown in a plane,
Let my grieving friends feel freed and brave
And go all the time to the beach to picture my face
I want to be wind
Three Steps
Step 1:
Swim out and dive down and face the fear of the seemingly bottomless black of underwater. Imagine that it’s endless, but know there’s a sandy bottom not far.
Step 2:
Flip around out in the water and look up, facing the fear of even acknowledging the true endless black, with its bright spots and invisible black spots shimmering towards you, through great distances.
Step 3:
Now, the ultimate depth. Get out of the water and go home. Close your eyes, until you fall asleep and notice the thick black haze set in. But also, see the bright spots of green shimmering out of the depth and imagine how true and endless that abyss is, and how there are distant invisible dreams behind the ones you can see, and how those bright spots are still there when you awake; just obscured, like starlight in a blue noon sky.
The Water is Wide
The water is wide, the ship is slow
Of all the watery bodies, I've only known my own
It's feet are wet, so the rest is cold
The night fires burn low on my shaded glow
On a frozen sea, on a mountain road,
I picture you, love, in a graceful glow
You are distant, love, but there I go
I want to slide you up under my t-shirt,
I want to wrap your army of arms around me like feelers,
I want to feel your softness on my clammy stomach
And, sweaty, have your stray hairs on my tongue
And young, warm up, rise like warm buns
And young, rise up, rise like suns
And invisible, I could take you into my lungs
And invisible, I could take you in through my songs
You're a warming wind from a distant sun
I'm an iceberg and I’ll melt,
And out I'll run
I Can See the Glowing Core in You
You don't have to hold your tantalizing treasures high from my reach
I can see they’re also mine to take,
I can follow your sloping spine to mossy gardens where I can climb your vines
To a giant place, to canopies divine
You sexy, you, your storm could waste my harbor
You could lead my hand wherever,
With petting grace (*?), I could tickle you
The squinting gaze shows me that's true
That what we do, we can what we want to,
That you believe that I see you,
That we can do what we want to
We can let our glowing core burn through,
I can see the glowing core in you
Fist Beats Chest
While my body's fists beats chest, I scream triumphantly
Even in the gravest scenes in graveyards, bodies hear my scream
There I can wake my zombie slumber, I come back to life and lumber
Through the village, or wherever there's a treat for me
My reanimated self is flushed with showy health,
As I tear across the grass to sleep, and tackle you,
And smother you with smacking sounds, unwrapped and new
Wrapped in glory, clear and brave, looking gruesome and unshaved,
I'll spend every moment coming back to life
I'd Like a Truce
I'd like a truce, I'd like to kiss you in your sleep
I’d like a kingdom that I survey with a queen
Where we could grow up and admit the water's deep
I like the truth, I like to wake up from deep sleep in a heap,
I’d like to birth this babe in me in your bathtub, warm and wet
Make room for me, 'cause why shouldn't I live as God in a glowing canyon?
Hm?
My life could be a fruit bowl with my hand in
Stuck with arrows, tarred and feathered, in a tiger’s jaw,
Loving, living raw,
I’ll get my truce through open stares and steady, open palms
When Traveling, I Used to See
I used to see girls’ heads floating in the sky above passing fields and hills looking at me lovingly, and curiously, from the car window. But now, these days, I see giant girls’ fingers popping up through the soil of the fields and I see her reclining hips roll among the hills on the horizon. I feel her breath blow in through the car windows and wrap around me, shirt off, warmly. I vaguely picture her face but it's transparent and changes, dodging, always at the edge of wherever I'm looking. I can feel her true gaze more vividly than I can see real life eyes. It looks in on me from all angles, pressing me into my shape like an atmosphere.
There's No Invincible Disguise That Lasts All Day
What?
So I can sing a love so poetic
And with my song, I can claim a voice, prophetic
And then, somehow, from aching, be exempt?
Uh-uh
What?
So I can see a glow, a glimmer
And feast on fruits of all the singers
But not be stung by yearning's stinger
So supposedly, I'm strong
I cultivate a luscious lawn but my crops can fail, I can also be wrong
I can woo a distant beauty but hopeless missing always rules me
There's no invincible disguise that lasts all day
Painful storms will always come to blur my way
And conversely, blurry storms will go their way
There's no invincible disguise that lasts all day
The act is sweet but it casts a shadow, just the same
I’ve Seen Tomorrow (Only in book version)
I've seen tomorrow
And it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday,
And the nights that divide them up are also the same
The distant glow that I was aiming towards
Turned out to be weak, washy and thin
When I got there, I celebrated in its illusion
And my eyes cleared and I saw familiar faces;
My friends looking terrified and sad
And knowing me as one of them
Though the days had turned, I had not grown an inch
Though I felt transformed, I was who I had been
What looked open had just closed up again
Out of willingness to fuck it,
I was suckered in to thinking that what I gave could be taken in
We row and row
We stay the same
We're clutching oars
We row and row
And reach distant shores the same as where we left
And we're the same weaklings, hesitating to give in
There is only the grace of wind