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Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes
Let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt
A girl in port

Marie's gone blonde

Come into the den, come into the den
You've got a glow
Climb into my arms with blood on your clothes
You've got a glow
And you're no one's but mine
And nobody knows the land where he's lying
No heat in his bones
No heart that was mine

If you want to see and be seen, then be seen.
Your dress is dark red and your opening eyes are bright green.
Make a scene, but don’t lie on the bed,
laid out like you’re dead, because honey, you’re murdering me.
Be a little sheep learning who’ll shear and who’ll feed.
The hands come and they leave. Be hands holding a knife.
Be a being on two feet, with his heart trembling,
butchering for a king he believes in though he’s never seen.

Sit back, no song is written
It’s nothing you thought of Yourself
It’s just a ghost, came unbidden
To this house

This infection gets stronger every year
This seed in the water of your tear
There is no escaping it

Here I am back home again
I'm here to rest
All they ask is where I've been
Knowing I've been West

I'm the family's unowned boy
Golden curls of envied hair
Pretty girls with faces fair

Safe, safe - enjoy your time feeling so safe, and treasure that smile on your face, okay? Because time will see that it’s replaced in a while. So go on, smile. And handshakes all around: that’s your style, and no one would call it denial, for you’re not even sure what’s in store. And it’s more than you’ll be able to take standing up straight. And it won’t be okay. And you won’t be somebody who it’s just happening to, because it’s a trap that you, and only you, have laid. Laid with a towel up over your face, in your armchair, just lying in wait, waiting forces were gathering outside your door. They sharpened their knives and smiled with no smiles in their eyes, a little bit larger in size and a little bit hungrier for that tiny prize. And my mother once said “Son, remember this, no matter what someone did: that they once were just a kid at breast and in bib, in blanket and crib. So just reach inside yourself and find the part that still needs help, find that part in someone
else and you’ll do good,” so
I thought that I would. Hey -
I love you, it goes without
saying. I would give you the world on a tray, though
they’re already tracing a
line across your throat. Far
too late in the game you’ll

Some nights I thirst for real blood,
for real knives, for real cries.
And then the flash of steel from real guns
in real life really fills my mind.

I really miss what really did exist
when I held your throat so tight.
And I miss the bus as it swerved from us

By the second verse, dear friends, my head will burst and my life will end, so I'd like to start this one off by saying "live! and love!"

I was young and at home in bed, hanging on the words some poem said in '31; I was impressionable. I was upsettable. I tried to make my breathing stop or my heart beat slow, so when my mom and John came in I would be cold.

From a bridge on Washington Avenue, the year of 1972 broke my bones and skull, and it was memorable. It was half a second in; I was half-way down - do you think I wanted to turn back around and teach a class where you kiss the ass that I've exposed to you? And at the funeral, the University cried at three poems they'd present in place of a broken me.

I was breaking in a case of suds at the Brass Rail, a fall-down drunk with his tongue torn out and his balls removed. And I knew that my last lines were gone, while, stupidly, I lingered on. Oh, but wise men know when it's time to go, and so I should too. And so I fly into the brightest winter sun of this frozen town. I'm stripped down to move on, my friends: I'm gone.

This red-haired girl of mine tore a pinecone from the pine, to cut into her palm, singing the song her sinking lover sung. I shut my eyes, ripped the train from off the line, but a sudden gust of snow blew through a hole in my girl's clothes. Well, my girl knows she's not all right, and I don't mind. Just give me time, baby, give me time. Her stinging eyes, and her sixteen-hour drive, and our shared, transparent rope, and our icy dive through hope I'll memorize, and I'll cut into my mind. I can't believe it can be so. I won't believe that my girl froze. Well, my girl knows I'm coiled tight and green inside. Just give me time, baby, give me time. And that weight you hold, it's getting light, and, love, I know you'll raise it easily up high. Just give it time, just give it time. Oh baby, just give it time.

Take my sword from the slaughter.
Melt it down into vapor, and my armor too.
I hear hot blood flap and flutter
from your temple to shoulder,
and all through you.

When you hold on to me it isn't easy.
When you hold on to me it isn't fair.

She went out
And found
Her father face down on the ground
Out in the cold

Walked her way 'round
A hill where the sun's sinking down
Into the snow

Wake up and try
you're not listening
and neither am i
but it's only a matter of time
before we're walking out the door

sit with me on the bed
and stop pacing and pacing instead

To cheat
On Maine islands
Days of laughter,
Nights of sighing.
To love
Without ceasing
Flowering orchards,
Salty sea-things.

So I said, man, pull her out of the water and then
Lay on hands and bind back her flippers and tail
Until international waters and there
We'll feel (uuh) all that's human inside of her

So she's chilly and slick
On her hips where the scales meet with skin
With the sickening flick of her tail

Hey, my little baby
Pointing at the sky's amazing
In the lake now
All of this sensation
And no space on earth to place it
Where it's safe now
You've got a big day coming
A big day coming now

Down by Okkervil River slow silent thick and black
I stared into the water and the water it stared back
The night it fell from tangles of the branches on the shore
As it had on Okkervil River before

Down by Okkervil River's cigarettes and rusty tires
We made ourselves an altar, we lit our nightly fires
And the smoke lay thick and smothered, all the skunk cabbage and vines

It s just a bad movie, where there s no crying
handing the key to me in this Red Lion,
where the lock that you locked in the suite says there s no prying.
When the breath that you breathed in the street screams there s no science.
When you look how you looked then to me, then I cease lying and fall into silence.

It s just a life story, so there s no climax.
No more new territory, so pull away the imax.

A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls.
A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in shower stall.

He says
"there's plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
there's plenty of time to make you mine."

He says

Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you
while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home?
It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally knew,
in time, he’d tell his tale the way he’d like it told.
Now he isn’t on the phone, and his story might as well be so.
Well, loving is as loving does,
and I’d say we should know, because we both have loved, have lost,
and are alone.

They ask for more;
What do you think this fanclub is for?
I slithered up each rose corridor,
I kept a warm safe place in my core
before I lost it.

They ask for blood;
What do you think this womans made of?

All the riders on the rise
(All the riders on the rise)
Circlers from every side.
(Circlers from every side)
All the riders on the rise
(All the riders on the rise)
Circlers from every side
(Circlers from every side)

We watch the sun switching in the sky, off and on, where
our friend stands bleeding on the late summer lawn, a
slicked back bloody black gunshot to the head. He has
fallen in the valley of the rock and roll dead.

I hear a breeze that wheezes through the tips of the pines,
where there's laughter and screaming to the rafters in the
night. The moon rolls dreaming through the late spring

Loosen the wire, your time has expired,
the only word left is "goodbye."
In my new dream the light's shining on me;
little needles of sodium unstitch the seams of the sky.

Hold your head higher, the heavenly choir
is settling in for the night,
and where I had friends, I am left with loose ends;

What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man
Unless it's fiction
Unless it's sweat or it's songs

What hits against this cheat unless it's a sick man's hand
From some midlevel band
He's been driving too long

Someone said to me, "I'll come into your dream
And speak it to you." I already knew
I found her in an attic where, dramatically, she leaned in to me
And she whispered these lines:

"Wake and be fine
You've still got time to wake and be fine."

I'm surrounded, each doorway covered
by at least twenty men.
And they're going to take me and throw me in prison.
I ain't coming back again.

When I was younger, handsomer and stronger,
I felt like I could do anything.
But all of these people making all these faces

Your life, back in a banner year.
A blast of light. A brace of cheers.

A house of wild accolades
evaporating on an August night

when I'm looking out into the sound.
I'm breathing deep. I'm turning around.