Album: The Ides
I fought tooth and nail through the billows grey
To some deeper pit of my converging self
A humid locker where I pile my guilt
And where I often pluck the first lines for myself
I fought tooth and nail for the right I had just to be myself and she
Well she empties out upon this caricature’s smiling brow
But deep in the morning I’m taut and rough
Here in the morning I’m fine enough
Ra Ra Ra etcetera I sing it
Deep in the morning I lash back the curtains fold
Take in the few sure truths I hold
Though sorrow came and root got choked
Green thing dead now dead thing grows
Though deep in the morning I’m taut and rough
Here in the morning I’m fine enough
Ra Ra Ra Etcetera
Muttered softly coffee mantra
Pretty close call though I’ve seen closer were the words that no one said at all
When the Lord went up to Lazarus’ tomb for an encore to his swan song Maybe then a chatter and a conversation after
With a joke and then a laughter about a curtain call
Maybe then the matter was the death that came thereafter
And the point was that the result hadn’t changed at all
Deep in the morning
I sift through my clearest thoughts Separate haves out from have-not’s Wager out those decent shots
The math is always slap-dashed
Deep in the morning I’m taut and rough
Here in the morning I’m well enough
Ra Ra Ra Etcetera
Nothing more than a tune to hang on
Deep in the morning I lash back them curtains fold
Take in the few sure things I know
Like nothing ever seems to go the way I meant And etc.
Deep in the morning I’m taut and rough
Here in the morning like Lazarus
Ra ra ra etcetera
Marching on to the tune of what now