i could sink to the bottom of you
with a stone on a chain
without breathing in
i could tell you and tell you again
that there is only one
though many have been
lie down
fall in
pass out
while i'm wide awake
with the lights out
you're in safe hands
of that one man
who can fix his petite machine
you're not lonely in seconds of doubt
and the doubt is in me
next to certainty
back and forth as it always has been
and ever will be
as long as we're not in between
lie down
fall in
pass out
while i'm wide awake
with the lights out
you're in safe hands
of that one man
who can fix his petite machine
31. Mai 2007
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bright eyes - four winds
your class, your cash, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
there's people always dying trying to keep them alive
there are bodies decomposing in containers tonight
in an abandoned building where
the squatters made a mural of a mexican girl
with 15 cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
she's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
four winds blowing through her hair
but when great satan's gone,
the whore of babylon
she just can't sustain
the pressure where it's placed
she caves
the bible's blind, the torah's deaf, the qu'ran is mute
if you burned them all together you'd get close to the truth
still, they're pouring over sanskrit under ivy league moons
while shadows lengthen in the sun
cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
and hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
it's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
four winds, cry until it comes
and it's the sum of man
slouching towards bethlehem
a heart just can't contain
all of that empty space
it breaks, it breaks, it breaks
well i went back by rented cadillac and company jet
like a newly orphaned refugee retracing my steps
all the way to cassadega to commune with the dead
they said, "you'd better look alive"
now it's off to old dakota where a genocide sleeps
in the black hills, the badlands, the calloused east
i've buried my ballast, i made my peace
heard four winds leveling the pines
but when great satan's gone,
the whore of babylon
she just can't remain
with all that outer space
she breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves
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