Mama, Won't You Keep Them Castles in the Air Burning? - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Invisible like all the reasons

dark and cold like all the seasons

things are not as you would have them

I’m no man, and you’re no woman

I guess I hope to see you sometime

though our paths will never inter-

twine again

I hope you notice

I’m no hare and you’re no tortoise

and I’m touched by the same

sad feeling of dread

just know that you can’t

wait to see me dead

and idea in your head

anda compass in your hand

on a mission

to a foreign land

so now I’m out for political favors

a salary that corresponds with labor

big house and a morning paper

good fences that make good neighbors

I’m at the end

this here my rope

another year

another year to write and read the book I wrote

now dialing out

for a good time

to bathroom wall

toss it a dime

dead king dead swing

Ali look out

we have new rules

to do without

you talk of Jesus

until I’m well read

the man is

swimming

swimming

swimming in my head

why settle down?

why even try?

my tiger mo mouth

meet bloodless eye

so drop dead stock

what fallen tree?

I leave New York

for other cities

which let me play

with gas nd fire

took out an ad

best friend for hire

know that Mama told me

never to come

but I cam softly, slowly

banging me metal drum

like berryman

bed-wet poet fears

that better men drink taller beers

like scientists

I lost my gloves

to bloody fists

and harder drugs

so plit the night

and we get young

like sacred cow

without a tongue who sang a song sing

«time does not cut deep…

but cust most absurdly…»

so la da dum