Wednesday, March 23, 2011

my. dream.



Yeah, when I was only 17, 
I could hear the angels whispering 
So I droned into the words and wandered aimlessly about 
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog 
It turned out to be the howling of a dog 
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back 
But I was drawn into the pack and before long 
They allowed me to join in and sing their song 
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah 
We would gladly get our fill 
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn 
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong 
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah 
And my thoughts, they surely were 
Turned to instinct and obedience to God. 

You can wear your fur 
like a river on fire 
But you better be sure 
if you're makin' God a liar 
I'm a rattlesnake, Babe, 
I'm like fuel on fire 
So if you're gonna' get made, 
Don't be afraid of what you've learned 

On the day that I turned 23, 
I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree 
When suddenly a girl with skin the color of a pearl 
She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see 

She was listenin' for the angels just like me 
So I stood and looked about 
I brushed the leaves off of my snout 
And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees 
You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees 
So I took her by the arm 
We settled down upon a farm 
And raised our children up as gently as you please. 

And now my fur has turned to skin 
And I've been quickly ushered in 
To a world that I confess I do not know 
But I still dream of running careless through the snow 
An' through the howlin' winds that blow, 
Across the ancient distant flow, 
It fill our bodies up like water till we know. 

You can wear your fur 
Like a river on fire 
But you better be sure 
If you're makin' God a liar 
I'm a rattlesnake, Babe, 
I'm like fuel on fire 
So if you're gonna' get made, 
Don't be afraid of what you've learned

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