For Emma, Forever Ago
Album - 8 luglio 2007 - Debaser id 437134

I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall
With us all
I move in water, shore to shore
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leery loons
Leaving rope burns, reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

Sold my cold knot
A heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow --
Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
Color the era
Film it's historical

My mile could not
Pump the plumb
In my arbor 'till my ardor
Trumped every inner inertia
Lump sum

All at once
Rushing from the sub-pump
(Or so the story goes)
Balance we won't know
We will see when it gets warm

Bike down... down to the downtown
Down to the lockdown... boards, nails lie arond

I crouch like a crow
Contrasting the snow
For the agony, I'd rather know
'Cause blinded
I am blindsided

Peek in... into the peer in
I'm not really like this... I'm probably plightless

I cup the window
I'm crippled and slow
For the agony
I'd rather know
'Cause blinded
I am blindsided

Would you really rush out for me now?

Taut line... down to the shoreline
The end of a blood line... the moon is a cold light

There's a pull to the flow
My feet melt the snow
For the irony, i'd rather know
'Cause blinded
I was blindsided

'Cause blinded
I was blindsided

Narrator:
"So apropos
Saw death on a sunny snow"

Him:
"For every life..."

Her:
"forego the parable."

Him:
"Seek the light."

Her:
"...my knees are cold."

Running home
Running home
Running home
Running home

Her:
"Go find another lover;
To bring a- to string along!"

"With all your lies,
You're still very lovable."

"I toured the light
So many foreign roads
For Emma, forever ago."

This my excavation and today is Qumran
Everything that happens is from now on
This is pouring rain
This is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
It's hard to find it when you knew it
When your money's gone
And you're drunk as hell

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

I've twisting to the sun I needed to replace
The fountain in the front yard is rusted out
All my love was down
In a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed
And he's dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
Whatever could it be
That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load
In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me...