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lyrics
I can't tell what time it is, whether this is before I meet you or after. Life is a spiral and each significant thing is an image, we pass in front of it many times and look in many ways but the Thing itself does not change each Thing is ahead of all parting
Is this before we meet or after?
The night you died you appeared in my dream and told me,
Just sing the song in minor key for a while
Then sing it in major
Then sing it in minor
And then in major
A week later in St Louis in my dream
I left my body
And flew up through layers of purple clouds
Hovering lights watched over me
Swam in circles far below
Grey and rose colored and gold
I was looking for you
But I kept coming to a place where funny people did earthy things
Had raunchy sex, cooked food, danced
And they told me with their knowing gazes
That whatever I might wish
I had to stay here
For my whole duration
Your endless tousled hair
Your endless striped shirt
We must not waste time
We must not waste time
You said I want to know the secret science of forgetting
that I am separate from anything everything
This life it is short and you cannot do nothing
This life it is short and you cannot do nothing
This life it is short and you cannot do nothing
And in this way
And in making fun of me
And in dressing the same as me
and saying excuse me please
I have a woman or a violin who needs my attention
And thus showing empathy for my own confounding need to be alone
You saved my life.
The day after you passed
We went to get tomatoes, cheese, pesto, and bread with avocado
And as I was looking for the right cheese I saw her across the way touching the oranges one by one and I have never seen someone look so alone and left, the halo of absence lighting everything around her, and I was filled with such pure empathy and love but she seemed already beyond here, bathed in the light of some place where no one can follow.
Your endless tousled hair
Your endless striped shirt
We must not waste time
We must not waste time
Honest & uninhibited, Ben's guitar and voice move effortlessly and unreservedly from sweet to insistent to ecstatic. No posturing, no pretense. His heart is wide-open here -- as in youth. jobo3208
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