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hope springs eternal or so i've been told but i know it's terminal even hope gets sick, gets old oh faith you fickle friend you bargain and seduce disguised like a goddamn godsend just pretended to know the truth if it was lies why have I been holding all my breath in waiting for the big exhale i guess there comes a time to say goodbye to throwing pennies in a wishing well they say you can’t miss what you never had here’s my objection i’ll never miss something half as bad as relying on the lie of reconnection hope keeps a journal but words are cannon fodder grim reaps maternal grim reaps daughter
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all these needles all in vain when will sleep come to numb the pain cut it off so it won't bleed how does one try not to need i'm learning how to roll with it the tightening of the tourniquet no blood supply i'm used to it i'll die trying loosen the grip all these things I saw explain the rubber mouth and stubborn jaw circulatory system breech what kind of wave resists the beach it wasn't my plan i didn't mean no harm oh well who needs a hand who needs a loving arm Capo 4 shapes: Verse: Em C Em (end on D) Chorus: Em D A Bridge: C G C G // (but I'm a) Em C D // (heads and birds) C D A Em (end on D) father hear my pleas, don’t make me scrape my knees even diogenes, he agrees with me a syndrome of self neglect is the sin of intellect holding lanterns to the light is no necessity what good is a god with the head of a falcon that lives on the body of man? what sense is the strength of a thoroughbred stallion running like a scared mare every chance that it can? what comfort lies in millions of lives if they’re over before they began? sometimes it shapes me, sometimes it escapes me the good of a god in the body of man father hear my cries, i’m not buying alibis your books so wise disguise the valleys for the peaks if all your world’s a page you’ll never take the stage baby steps assuage the magnitude of quantum leaps heaven knows i’m also froze and apples don’t fall far trust me, any day’s a good day in the shade of where you are but i’m a prudent teacher’s student and I'm just trying to understand heads and birds, actions and words and the good of a god in the body of man i feel unshakeable sadness i feel unbreakable guilt everybody’s just sitting on their axis it’s just the way my axis tilts i think a lot about life i think a lot about death everybody’s trying to do what’s right with the life that they got left won’t you tell me what would you rather be the careless chaff or the worried wheat i’m losing my sense of direction i’m losing my will to proceed done running for reelection im ready to concede who am I to call this hurting who am I to be afraid sometimes your blessing is a burden sometimes a feather is a weight when you're the worried wheat i will get on the saddle i hope this horse can swim right now i don't even want to paddle i’ll be better in the morning you wick away the water before you step out of the shower you lather on the lotion for about a thousand hours i soak up these scenes and small routines all the little things you do just when i thought you gave me everything you give me something new to love about you you love cheese enchiladas and candies with words written on them you make sure i’m tucked in tight before you leave me in the morning Verse: E A E B7 A E Chorus: A E A E B7 A E there i was driving fast past the desert windmill farms couldn’t see energy in their lifeless heavy arms never thought something so still could make me feel such an alarm maybe my anxious observation made them nervous to perform the outlaw sun had every one frozen like a stick-up they were praying for momentum, wondering when the wind might pick up the sharp scare of the dead air could surely cure a case of the hiccups i’m still clicking both my heels but now the dust won’t even kick up i didn’t know what to do, i didn’t know what to say i didn’t wanna go but sure as hell didn’t wanna stay can’t recall every moment but I’ll always know the the way I felt in the desert wild, a lonely child on mother’s day i slowed down near a truck stop town when something caught my sight a cactus backed against the rocks, flexing for a fight needles and pins pushing in and out with all their might it looked thirsty, at the worst, it may not make it through the night i felt sorry for that plant and the way it can’t give love how should a cactus act when it’s offered a proper hug of course i cared but wouldn’t dare to give it more than a sad shrug i looked on the ground all around but never found my kid gloves somewhere the weather’s not so hot and the ocean comes to play otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift away but daughters cling to other things cause they’d drown if they stayed i thought in the desert wild, a lonely child on mother’s day Verse: G Em Chorus: G Bm Am D I will pretend she is your friend fantasy’s ideal for me I will pretend she is your friend reality is killing me didn’t i say if you live this way I will never approve? didn’t I say if you live this way god will take heaven from you? didn't I say if you live this way you’re turning your back on the truth? thank god for unconditional love or how else how could I make myself love a sinner like you? didn’t you think about what I thought did you not think about my belief? didn’t you try to get by on a diet of guilt and grief? didn’t you know the way you chose to grow? now i can’t say I’m proud of how you grew thank god for unconditional love or how else could I make myself love a daughter like you? Capo 1 shapes: Verse: C Dm Em F G // F Em F G C Chorus: Am Em F G // C Dm Em F G C my thumb is one indecisive prick don’t show him your swatches cause he’ll never pick he’s got all these rules and sticks out when he’s sore but he cradles the neck of his taylor guitar he likes the road and the road likes him too but he’s always hitching the first ride back to you index is on deck, he directs and selects he’s got brilliant ideas for what should come next the grandiose one in the air for the win blessed with hearing the soul and steering the pen like god to adam in michaelangelo’s hue he’s making a point to create a life with you i always done what i could with the hand i was dealt i raised it and shook it, wrote down what I felt never won with a straight, just a face here and there kept hoping for two of a kind for a pair i’m down on one knee so you know where i stand would have folded by now if it weren’t for your hand the third’s like a bird, so careless and wild a chip on her shoulder, the mad middle child she’s mastered the art of the cold hard goodbye when she turns her back proud with her head held up high but index the peacemaker always steps in if you ever see her, my love, you’ll also see him the ring finger’s all heart, she’s made it her mission to cry at commercials and value tradition she won’t claim religion but her finger’s right on it her prayers take the shape of rumi’s love sonnets she’ll stand in a crowd and happily swear to wear any ring you place there last but not least, small but not weak everyone stops to hear him when he speaks his reach may surprise you, for it’s far and long he’s got a tiny physique but he’s character-strong not a word out of place, not a letter untrue he’s pinky promising all his love to you beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin safety betrays, it ain’t always your friend besides what is life if it’s not lived often be not afraid to turn into the wind i look at this life through a prism of lenses a screen door in the wind swinging wild on its hinges it slams then expands to show new scenery i’ve been transformed by love’s alchemy It swims in the tears of my proud father’s eyes roams the meadows of spain, sings the sheep lullabies cloaked in the coat of a camouflaged king awakened a life that lived only in dreams it even exists in a pyramid scheme and my woman who waits by the oasis spring rises like steam from the fresh blood of war laid under the shade of an old sycamore it’s the legend that leads you to treasures untold pours lead in a mold, expects no less than gold pushes the sun on its course in the sky wooshes like wind, never born nor will die beware, a cocoon can turn into a coffin be not afraid to turn into the wind |
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