Lambchop

The shape of the sun ah,
pretty ways pretty ways and things to come

When this day is done you will collapse
collapse into (the funnel of) my arms

And as always they're not strong
And as always you do believe and as always
I'm very wrong about the cut above the bleed

April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go

And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue
And it's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few

The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to
the ground, you're falling

you and your masculine you forever benched
sitting by the dirty window

Coda

Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the
thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make
your life albeit more portable to turn around
to follow me
don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me

but it just looks plain cold
from the bottle another part of the ritual
standing in the kitchen
arms are braced against the counter swallowing
like mercury down the drain

and the neighbors have been drinking
and they are raising quite a stink pretty soon
they will be fighting it can get pretty ugly

the city makes a hooting sound tonight
he owl on the roof has got it right
if it's left up to him he'll take that stupid grin
decapitate a rodent or a mouse

take the b train or the shuttle
at the exit have a smoke
try to spit onto the sidewalk
instead you wipe it off your chest

I don't wanna freak
but the tongue erodes each time we start to speak
on a timely mission you look pretty swell
in your new position

fiberglass funny face up on the wall
It's funny when it isn't funny at all
and if it's up to him we will take the ways of sin
and smash them like glass against the wall

but it's not to pathetic with your teeth full of rhetoric
and doubt carry on like little creature
in the fields of our love

so shy tonight I'm told you were,
I'm in the thick of it,
I've been a dick with it you're just not used to it

am i'm alright well, as you were there's no use for
this it's not a theater kiss more like a railway piss

chorus:
the lights outside tonight are far from home
and I'm out drinkin' in the yard
and I fell sadder for
the sad old bone it's not far, really babe,
it's just not that far...umm m

and by the light and so you were it's such
a cleaner wish a much softer fist a much weaker wrist

and by tonight you'll wait for her so little hell to
pay it just works out that way on almost any day

chorus:

When things blink just right
Like they're blinking here tonight
From the corner of my eye
They came, to be

Tell your trouble to
Someone stuck here just like you
Sucking in the smoke
Like it's going out of style

And I'll listen,
To what you have to say
You said it any way to me
And you'll listen
something special is at work
it's really not a chore to me

So put me in a bag
Or bury me in rags
The lady upstairs,
she made, me strong

Can't make it to the bar
Can't make it to the bath
Caught and confused
You give it up for this

Cause, I'll listen
To what you have to say
You said it anyway, though you're not, too sure
I'll listen
Because it means that much to you
You're everything I do, or see

They may not work it out

When things blink just right
Like they're blinking here tonight
From the corner of my eye
They came, to be

Tell your trouble to
Someone stuck here just like you
Sucking in the smoke
Like it's going out of style

And I'll listen,
To what you have to say
You said it any way to me
And you'll listen
something special is at work
it's really not a chore to me

So put me in a bag
Or bury me in rags
The lady upstairs,
she made, me strong

Can't make it to the bar
Can't make it to the bath
Caught and confused
You give it up for this

Cause, I'll listen
To what you have to say
You said it anyway, though you're not, too sure
I'll listen
Because it means that much to you
You're everything I do, or see

They may not work it out

They say you walk around
As if a ghost had
Crossed your path
Or turned into a reading material
as it happens to be chosen
From the torn or taffeta
You're frozen in the
contemplation of a win

ok maybe that was alittle
heavy on the word play
but as first thoughts go
they were mostly to the right
as you register an itch
or the thing that makes you sweat
to accuse the weights
and measures of a lie

Wearing a halo of mist
Glowing pink and purple
in the afternoon light
a sprawling from a hub
gave way to patches of green

the wine colored country
unfolded as we tumbled
into our rooms
and our travel kinks
floated away
as we stroked the sunrise
stained the lake a hazy pink

with the jade tree green rivers
or the apple trees
and the thought of wearing our sun screen
and evergreens
are layered
like feathers
at your feet

nothing but a blur from a bullet train
a picturesque
old teahouse
with a carp pond

as trundled out of the tunnel
as trundled out of the tunnel

Women help to create the kind of men they despise
Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches
That were composed under her name
Or, the dignity of criticism
increases the confusion in men

Her heart clenched, sexual
More breathlessly than if she had
And felt she was equipped
to understand them
The passage of time
increases the confusion in men
I've seen it

She loved the spare texture
of his difficult, and sad books,
and felt she was exceptionally
equipped with Stanley Wilson's
distractions

rug that opened as a well of color at her feet

was everywhere,
and the lamps
in the middle of the day:
The low,
deeply recessed
casement windows were running with rain
And wet leaves.