Из альбома: Novena on a Nocturne
He broke his old guitar
He couldn't make it sing
The strings had grown so worn
They made his fingers bleed
Soon after the event he made an acquaintance
Whose fingers bled as well,
Forming scabs that never heal
Would you play a song for me?
Some wilting melody
That drifts over the sunflowers
To some far away country
Won't you play a song for me?
With words like push pins?
They stick into my heart
And bleed out resonance
These songs are all asleep
They lay dormant inside of me
This vacant recitationi can't resuscitate them
Won't you play a song for me?
Let the words escape your mouth!
Scream out what you've lost!
In song it will be found
He broke his old guitar
He smashed it on his bedpost,
Where he used to dream up lovers
Kissing his forehead, "good morning"