You aint no mercenary
and they don’t have any mercy for me
shouting I aint read to be buried
put up in a museum and hung to see
and all their hauntings at me
sooner or later they’ll destroy me
how you look from your window
with your hair a blanket of curls
you’re staring out your window
painting colors on the streets below
on the poor angels that waltz by
you aint there no where to find
dreaming about the valleys and the streams of peoples eyes
as you move them through the street
and you look up at the stars
the cold pale stars
with neither love nor hate
with neither reason nor fate
just hung there
and you left to wait
I know it’s hard to look back
at all your work in retrospect
there’s not a stream of time running east to west
through your windowed heart
you wonder what you have left
to show, you’ve played it all bare
did you gain something with each year that passed
so that for every time you cried
with your Pablo Picasso eyes
that you created something you could at last
love yourself for
or was it all for nothing
and the first circle you ever drew was the most beautiful thing
you will ever create in the long and restless street of your life
A killer live experimental rock LP from Chris Forsyth with the rhythm section of Sunwatchers, full of blistering energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021