the old crow has flowing from his nest leave behind his home and all its preciousness to be ravaged from the time he must miss take flight in the night and don't come back again there's not much left in these branches tangeled nest the old crow passing over the red river his small eyes saw the land grow darker the message sent by storm clouds rollin in take flight in the night and don't come back again there's not much left in these branches tangled nest the old crow was once a friend of mine we had loved each other well in our time the rain came in we all saw fate was blind take flight in the night and don't come back again there's not much left except some trinkets in a nest

now before it's any hotter put the spinach in the water daughter daughter are you taking this down yes ma'am i am, yes ma'am now i know your arms are able so please go and set the table your father's a hard working man and if there's one thing i won't stand it's idle hands hey its still snowing like a mother out there watch that mouth where's your brother? building snowmen when he should be shoveling us out and i guess its just our luck that we were not born as ducks migrating through the winter look now you've gone and burned our dinner all i want is to play in the snow yeah i know take your hands off the table its for your own good that i should not let you go

don't say "i love you too" because then all i could do for you is gladden or give you pain between your hope and suspicion before your blame or praise and on me alone with the shine of the light the shame of having a face have i not had nearly one hundred times only to promise not to die i have begun my long love to god that quiet and aimless chore it's a life learning languages but you create nonsense and nothing more the lumpy lead of patience is a long road from the swift happiness of gold to take all this once more upon myself i, the estranged, return home i fell in love and i needed a road map to get me to your door but when i arrived you said " listen: let me go, let me go and i'll want you more" the lumpy lead of patience is a long road from the swift happiness of gold so i'm taking everything i had left to give and my friends are bringing me home

shoes are sticking to the floor turkeys piled up at the door naked running through the hall all in all in all in all keep your whiskers out the drain or the pipes might go insane your lost your vest down at the ball all in all in all in all turn out your light before eachnight as you go down to sleep

in the beauties of the lillies christ was born across the sea with a glory in his bosom the transfigures you and me as he died to make men holy let us die to make men free while god is march on glory glory hallelujah our god is marching on mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored he has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword his truth is marching on the risers swung around his neck connectors cracked his dome suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones the canopy became his shroud he hurdled to the ground and he ain't gonna jump no more gory gory what a hell of a way to die we ain't gonna jump no more he hit the ground the sound was SPLAT his blood went spurting high his comrades they were heard to say "a hell of a way to die" he laying there rolling round in the welter of his gore and he ain't gonna jump no more he has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat he is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgement seat be swift my soul to answer him be jubilant my feet our god is marching on there was blood upon the risers there were brains upon the chute intestines were dangling from his paratrooper suit he was a mess pick him up and poured him from his boots and he ain't gonna jump no more

your old house is by new favorite tree i see the leaves change from a spot across the street and i never knew till i came back looking for you its not a parking lot but a patch of grass now it takes me longer to get home i've gotten older and started driving slow why didn't we stay where i gave you paints i had a washboard and unconditional love its a sarcastic girl on your shirt they didn't know i wouldn't become your first there in your aunts house where i had to sleep on the couch and fake praise for uncle daves favorite team i planned a random circumstance to ask to hear if you would spare me the chance a tale to tell the kids about how we split but came back beside a canal of glass cause i thought i saw you coming down the street oh god it scared the shit out of me put my face in a book i could barely bring myself to look and oh how i sighed when some lady walked by its the time of year to think of you and bring leaves home to hang in my room from a fiery red maple tree that annually reminds me how it could have been great if you didn't hate yourself it could have been swell oh well

on screen the spiral speaker never ends underneath the cloaks of countless stoned villains hidden catalogs of the descending dead anagrams all the druids would love to pencil you in for their meetings secret handshakes and greetings removing cultural cornerstones and suck up to cyclones a grammatical shift to those favorite blackouts wipe off all his makeup and mess about bad analogies of ancient leaders and miracles all the druids, etc etc...

you don't want a life like ours you don't want to work this hard you don't want a life like ours you don't want to work this hard break a sweat, lose some bets get a job, lose your job hit the road, play some shows get the girl, lose the girl hit the drums you don't want a life like ours you don't want to work this hard you don't want a life like ours

i wish i wanted what you whisper scream for and dream of the most but for a number of encumbering and as of now unknown reasons i don't when the winds change at the right time in a certain spot of sunlight a fire starts towards the sea and the moon pulls you to me save the world your way i should probably follow but will most likely wallow in the ways of vice and waste but with you that's OK so by you i'm OK that's why i'm OK with you that's why i'm still in love with you its sad that its just bad timing again but my hypotheses require these three things to be common knowledge before we can begin: your favorite tree and the reasons why for what you won't eat and all your past tragedies

i thought certainly it must be that Beatrice will die then I, i had to close my eyes and in the waning wind that came and went i thought i heard it said "thou too art dead in time so hold your tongue all cold and come see our lady where she lies" when i opened my eyes i cried "oh Beatice oh Beatrice" that wasn't me you know when we were young that isn't mine i own naught before nine except that time you cried it is as it was was then once again you lay and wait for god you've built him up so much you're broke down by the time i come around when i opened my eyes i cried "oh Beatice oh please will you believe in this"

oo if they get you assume they got me too and we'll meet in the belly of some beast and slowly become one lets get up before the sun and check the place for bugs someone is hiding and has it out for me but it might just be spiders take to the nearest pasture and search for asters because once i saw some flowers on a mountain and heard the sound of my father in the path of a cloud its wet for only a second but ain't you noticed how it always rains twice in the forest