Phosphorescent end of the year

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My Dove, My Lamb

I remember evenings when my dad would sing
Hiding in the hallways, I am listening
Keeping still my body until it’s borne aloft
Her hair is soft her breath is soft and her name is soft
And gather me completely in her sighing hands
My dove my dove my lamb

Born with ocean thunder underneath our veins
Lonelier than cows left standing in the rain
Holy when our weight into the waves is tossed
Though ships get lost and fish get lost and names get lost
She will wait to greet me where it meets dry land
My dove my dove my lamb

So. Careful of that language some words are stones
They’ll lead you out from town and leave you all alone
Past the mirrored diamond mares that run all night
Where camptown ladies sing that song ‘aw come aw wry’
But lo they sing it sweetly so I’ll understand
My dove my dove my lamb

Though my sight be near and my way be long
Though the light I chase be disappeared by dawn
I have seen her standing on the roofs at night
I have seen her silver figure bathed and bright
And I have seen her sleeping in the cold white sand
My dove my dove my lamb

So even in these cities where she’s haunting me
Even when my weariness is wanting me
Even when my wickednesses want to breathe
Even in these dirty clubs counting 1-2-3
I will keep a singing til I no more can
My dove my dove my lamb

And later if I’m better I’ll be born again
I’ll pull my newborn body from the thorns and limbs
Finding with my fingers where they’ve torn the page
From some ancient book all gold and worn from age
And writ upon it neatly though in trembling hand
My dove my dove my lamb

Then later in the evening I hear trumpets ring
I stretch out in the dark and I am listening
Studying the sadness in your perfect limbs
Move them under mine until they learn to blend
And I will keep repeating til they understand
My dove my dove my lamb

 

 

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Song for Zula

Some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing

See, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in”
I will not open myself up this way again
Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
You see, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in”
I will not open myself up this way again

You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
My feet are gold. My heart is white
And we race out on the desert plains all night
See, honey, I am not some broken thing
I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
No my heart is gold. My feet are light
And I am racing out on the desert plains all night

So some say love is a burning thing
That it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a caging thing
Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
O and all you folks, you come to see
You just stand there in the glass looking at me
But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

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  1. Song for Zula

    Some say love is a burning thing
    That it makes a fiery ring
    Oh but I know love as a fading thing
    Just as fickle as a feather in a stream
    See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me
    It put its face up to my face so I could see
    Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
    Into something I am not recognizing

    See, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in”
    I will not open myself up this way again
    Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand
    I will not lay like this for days now upon end
    You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand
    To be acknowledge by some touch from his gnarled hands
    You see, the cage, it called. I said, “Come on in”
    I will not open myself up this way again

    You see, the moon is bright in that treetop night
    I see the shadows that we cast in the cold, clean light
    My feet are gold. My heart is white
    And we race out on the desert plains all night
    See, honey, I am not some broken thing
    I do not lay here in the dark waiting for thee
    No my heart is gold. My feet are light
    And I am racing out on the desert plains all night

    So some say love is a burning thing
    That it makes a fiery ring
    Oh but I know love as a caging thing
    Just a killer come to call from some awful dream
    O and all you folks, you come to see
    You just stand there in the glass looking at me
    But my heart is wild. And my bones are steam
    And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

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