And I wake up in the city All them cold dim lights shining down on me The walls are concrete, I can’t kick through them The windows dirt filled, I can’t see through them
I walk with eyes closed through the hallway, Stumble down the stairs to the basement The sound of people, the sound of machines I must escape them, get my poor soul clean
Down in the basement I find a corner It is cobwebbed, cracked and hollow I take my hat off, I let my hair down Then I back up to the opposite wall I start running, my head strikes corner And the whole building, man, it starts to crumble Twenty stories of city dwellings Are now cracked rubble upon the sidewalk
All that graffiti, all of them children Forever safe now from becoming orphans And me I’m safe too, I’m in a tunnel Hidden down here beneath the city Now look there on the floor, an old white pony With a map tied to its ankle The map has only one black arrow That says, “nowhere” in its center
Ill at ease Ill at ease
Ain’t it grand? The tunnel leads to a forest So, so grand Thousand year old trees Yet this magnificence Leaves me feeling impotent and insignificant
Everything fits but me Crow, deer carcass, Loose branches, still water, and me? Human! So ugly with combed hair and tight fitting clothes
Whisper whisper to the dead carp Lying bloated on the red shore Face all caved in from my wood bat Fins all torn off by my fingernails It is lunch time Fuckin’ fish meat Gathered berries stain my fingers So this is real life Not just dress up Unprotected by my neighbors And when the night falls I see real stars, Not just stickers on my ceiling Lord it is grotesque Lord it’s absurd To keep speaking these cold, cold city words
I need a new language full of trouble, Full of danger and uncertainty Grunts and growls, moans and howls, Something awful to offend thee
But even out here I feel walled in I feel cut off from my birth skin This ain’t primal, no this is fake too The geese fly above in a two-sided triangle
I lift my slingshot, filled up with sharp rocks I’m just like David They are Goliath And one by one boy, the birds they fall dead I laugh silently and I stomp on their heads Ill at ease Ill at ease
Ain’t it grand? The tunnel leads to a forest So, so grand Thousand year old trees Yet this magnificence Leaves me feeling impotent and insignificant
Everything fits but me Crow, deer carcass, Loose branches, still water, and me? Human! So ugly with combed hair and tight fitting clothes
And I wake up in the country Pestilent sun shining down on me I reap my bounty, one thousand acres Yes I do own this, I justly claim it
Fuck the generations who came before me I never needed them nor nobody I’m like an Indian, so silent and wise Though I know nothing and I hate silence Ill at ease Ill at easeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
