A chance to rest

This is a song, but I can’t sing, I don’t sing, and I don’t play anything more than very simple piano courtesy of the board of education.

Set to some sort of repetitive blues using the lower octaves.

———–

I was a young man once
and I fell into the divide

I was a young man once
and I sucked from the grapevine

I was a young man once
and I looked at a woman
one eye blind, oh, one eye blind

I’m an old man now
and the sewer is my home

I’m an old man now
and my voice is a flute of bone

I’m an old man now
and I wear clothes of stone
walk alone, I walk alone

I never had a thing to my name
I never regretted poverty and shame
I never took more joy than I could tame

I was a young man once
and my legs were smooth as my hands

I was a young man once
and I had the pleasure of distant lands

I was a young man once
and I looked at a man
one leg tanned, oh, one leg tanned

I’m an old man now
and my legs are dry as the West

I’m an old man now
and I gave living my best

I’m an old man now
and I slowly beat my chest
on a hill, above the sunset yet

I never stopped the shaking of my legs
I never wiped my feet over my regrets
I never stopped talking to my only friend
I never had this chance to rest

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~ by Jeremy on April 4, 2009.

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