She was chasing him around the bed
swinging a hammer at his poor head.
He tried to figure what he'd done wrong
Trying to share his wandering dong.
I guess that maybe he should have asked
But he figured she say no and kick his ass.
It looks like all his suspicions were right,
I don't think he's going to win this fight.
The first blow just cracked his skull
Now his head's an empty hull.
'Can you sing a song,' she asks
'A love song just for me,
something that says
how much you care
so I'll know you'll never leave.'
I try to think inside my head,
I search my heart and soul
for a few precious words
and a verse of love,
a song that's soft and slow.
But my words won't come,
I can't give them to her,
and live a lie and deceive,
a tender heart
so young and pure;
when I know I'm going to leave.
"I need a boat to sail the sea"
"Where across the sea do you need to be"
"Don't ask so much, that's for me to know"
"But without my boat, you'll never go"
I thought for a moment, what harm could come
so I showed him on a map, I pointed with my thumb.
Just a tiny little dot, a speck of land.
A place so small it's covered by my hand.
"But what could be there that you need so bad"
"Something that I lost, but never had."
So I told him a tale of a girl that I knew,
a girl so beautiful she couldn't be true.
"My friend, you sound like a lovesick fool."
"Yes, I know, but what can I do?"
"Come back tomorrow and we'll see what can be done"
So I left and came back before the rising of the sun.
But my friend was gone and so was his boat,
the only sign that was left was this hand-scribbled note,
My friend, I am sorry, but I left at night
it was your tale that sent my heart to flight.
So I'm off to see your spot of land
and find this girl and take her hand.
I waited to hear for nearly year
But no word came, they're lost I fear.
Now every day I walk down to the shore
hoping to see a sail,
or hear the splash of an oar.
I sleep with my window open
letting in the cool summer breeze.
It stormed today and the air is thick
But the air feels good on my bare feet.
When I was a child we spent summer nights
sleeping on my grandmother's screened porch.
The only escape from the Alabama heat
was the wind after a thunderstorm;
softened by the pines outside
and the mesh screen that surrounded us.
The wind brought the night sounds
from the Southern woods and the smell
of a fresh rain-soaked earth sent me to sleep.
As we divide into divisions of separation
We've made ourselves victims of hatred
We beat the dead witch like a horse whipped
We self inflict the wound
And then we're surprised by the damages
One Nation Under God
Controlled by the media fraudulent
Walking to school
Watching a movie
Will all be health risks
Because we diss the same God
We pledge allegiance
While the Pope grins a Saviors sin
We are reminded to
Love our enemies
And the President