Won't you tell her why she is lying
in bundles of peppered rain?
Scattered across the landscape,
Deborah, Deborah, you put yourself in exile.
And we wanted it to be a sort of haven,
somewhere she could hide from kinship;
Hide from most things life threw.
Her heart is the eye of the storm.
He shook the hand of Deborah
and remembered his daughters name.
Maybe Violence is a way of life
Maybe Guns will save us
Maybe peace is the enemy
and Bombs will blow up mountains.
Deborah, you were the eye of the storm
a sort of oxidation.
Come, Bring pleasure to these lips.
Kiss of the heart that born you.
Out there in the woods,
I met a fox.
He told me, though I couldn't see too well,
That all she glitters is glass
And all our arms are wooden.
When the heavens opened,
I saw him for what he was -
A convict, trapped.
[ favourite ].
Wipe up every ounce of guilt please,
I have no time for seconds wasted.
You tore up my dairy
and threw it in the fire.
Spring-cleaning last October,
I found a fragment of your shattered mirror,
Dusty and spectacular.
And there you stood, silent and seething,
In the intonation.
She didn't mean to break your mirror.
Wanted yor reflection to dissapear.
Glass can make diamonds of coal
but she just wanted some freedom.
Between velvet leaves, I was the first
To discover a new kingdom,
A new mockingbird.
I tugged at her arm,
And stayed in London.
I wanted to be the first to leave.
I wanted to be the one with mo direction
I wanted to be the last one alive
and the first one to die.
I wanted so much more than flight
but all of a sudden my voice ran out
and I couldn't tell her to stop.
I told her she'd kill herself,
And she laughed and blew in my eyes.
Uncaged, I broke my shining pattern,
And in the flick of a switch
I was condemned.
A thick black spider
ran its legs down my throat.
I tried to
When my record finally snapped
And the golden voice cut short forever,
I broke with it.
I hurled my happiness at the wall
And made a great black mark.
In a certain light, it could be handsome.
For now, it is flat.
The strings sing when I sleep.
The mice hear and hide it from me.
Their ears are sensitive
like my heart.
The strings serenade
the tiny creatures
for whom music
All we have to show
For seventeen and fifteen,
Are two pairs of ears
And one heart.
I have five fingers
and you five toes
how many more we shall aquire
only stephen knows.
You put your feet on mine
and we'll swing around the bend
and heaven knows we're chancers
waiting for a dollar two to send.
The way I see our child walk,
He trips over his own shoelaces.
He is too tall in the legs, too short in the nose,
Too touched in the head to be of any use.
Oh, but he knows
We cherish him, my love.