“things you they said about my family are probably all true, the things they said about me were never said about you i could’ve had so much more for less, but i drink ‘til i’m a mess, until I feel like i’m dying and the cheap hotels won’t ever ask you to leave and the wrong girls won’t ever cry on your sleeve i wished i’d never told you things that cracked your heart or wet your eye but if you take out my tongue, i’d just find another way to lie” daddy was a boxer, i kissed him on his bloody lips everything with it’s just, what’s the word. . . emphasis his thin veins would swell, his thick elixirs were all stirred well i’ve held the chamber of his pistol warm, then his pistol hot i’ve seen the rain, bouncing off your evening coat the way you say your name (spell your name for me), the way you speak of angels and things perplexing, maybe, but not enough to warrant any grand design Hannah (what does that mean) would play this game with me first she’d frown and then she’d run away i was supposed to do something, i think I was supposed to follow daddy’s little girl is such a mess, champagne stains her party dress local boys, hell yeahs and refugees dream of you like you think of me you can feel it in the weather, you’re back again seven miles of bikini summer i’ll probably wear these jeans til spring, i’ll wear these jeans then i’ll cut them off . . . the things you love, the things you are
the rain came down, a summer frown this could last all summer like a broken arm it’s like we meet again, with swing set feet that touch the ground through portals in the human heart i knew you then, and i loved you then this i know, some things will never change i was crazy with fever and daddy sang hymns to calm me down the voices that through the orchard, now sound like mine and the ghost of saint peter he flew through the orchard (they seemed full of dead tractors, rotten fruit, snakes in the tires) his ghost flew into the house with the rattle of china and the screen doors flying wide and then I’d have the dreams, fever dreams (double pneumonia), i dreamed we’d got that old car running through the orchards, other men’s land and to whom i was always told to showed my manners and we drove that blue car into the river (every boy had there river, mine was the flint) and then the river drove me under and chained me to the bottom it’s was a fever dream, speaking in tongues and scratching yourself to breathe, i guess it was just a wild eyed dream and i remember that my brother was born at the time, too, and we honked the horn driving him home, down the interstate then through the peach fields and pecan groves and eventually to the house where my grandfather, too, had once lived the old folks would laugh and raise their glasses, that it was good to be alive is what i believed they were feeling and i remember that they all voted for jimmy carter in what seemed like the hottest, rainless year of my life the governor he was from not far from our little georgia town (they were all democrats, then) yellow dogs, i learned later that that was what you called people that voted that way, yellow dogs until the last one died motorcycles make good pets, you look at me liked i’ve burned you ( place the name of something that burns you here), stand in line for the big kiss-off, there’s really nothing here i think you’ll be missing, though, there’s really nothing here i believe you’ll really be missing but still, so you think i’m the one you love/so unique i’m the one you love/so you think or unique (what do you think) anyway I have a future of much more responsible pet care, but for now, let’s keep this simple ok? ok. let’s take a look at this, under a light, a fluorescent light, maybe so what do you think now? what do you really want to take care of now i agree a chrome bottle rocket of a machine (drop my elbow and life just begins again), a high speed, high test, electric socket, something someone might need to plug into to feel that thing, a white light or a black heart, nobody really thinks that they’re that bad a human being, do they? no commitment, no blame, right? i haven’t created as many bumper sticker’s as i’ve read. “nothing satisfies”, it’s just another rock ‘n roll theme. and this is our variation. the song, it’s as heartfelt as the some of the most honest things people can say to each other and it’s probably just as funny, too to beam like a light and shine in summer or lay like the moon around the legs of your lover in the sweetness and light how the night is so easy and to think you’re not happy is just not to feel this at all and what if there were two worlds, what is there were nothing at all there are parking lots boys with girls in the mirrors and pictures of baby’s all asleep and swelling and you’re like a friend and tonight you feel pretty enough for, maybe, someone to love and what if there were two world, what if there were two worlds, one in which we beam like a light one like this, but not like this one, not like this one at all. . .