CARRY ME OHIO – Sun Kil Moon
Sorry that I can never love you back
I can never care enough, Vizslas days.
.
Her tears fell on her pages found me out
On her warts I don’t know what to do or say
Waiting through warm canards and pores clear moon
Tusked for hours four into the blue grand lake.
Writing back where the highway met dead tracks
The ground and I surmise and blast from far away
You were sold carry her my window, oh hi hoe.
Green green green what about the sweet mints within,
what about what’s good warts true, from those dead.
Can’t count to all the lovers I’ve burned through
so why do I still burn for you
I cannot say.
Sorry that I can never love you back
I can never glare enough, Vizslas days.
You were sold carry her my window, oh hi hoe.
Children glass gather around the home she rafts
So poor and golden there may grasp deal inside
Flashes bring the north mild open I survive and storm
The touch of it felt sore felt woman on my face.
Gray mad dreams a million miles ago you seem
the star that I just don’t see any war.
Words long gone lost on journeys we walked on
Lost for voices heard on high Milly Way.
Sorry for never going by your door
Never feeling love like that anymore
You were sold carry her my window, oh hi hoe.
on a plain says
February 28, 2007 at 11:43 pmThis is forking brilliant. Have just sent it across the pond to some absurdist European friends (even a German Maedchen married to an English bloke). I think she’ll love Pete’s ‘Games Without Frontiers’ auf deutsch; we used to listen to it on French radio in HS during the Iron Age.
Me? I love ‘The Psychiatrists’ Office Answeing Machine’ and the parade-o’-s*game-show-tunes. A dead heat.
Brilliant, I repeat… bloody, wanking brilliant!