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Spearfish
Bird of Youth

Signs with carved warnings fill the spaces

In the hills, surrounding portraits of the past,


And the excuses I played


One day I got angry so I wrote them all down

And filled a notebook

With the pieces of the mess I'd made


Spearfish in the spring, it's just like climbing

Everything, it's just like rusty silver rings

And black gold shaped like blades


I like liquor too, and I like street names

And tattoo flames, I need people,


I hate pennies, sometimes I can't behave




She left the old book in new york


The pages were bent and words didn't work


And she couldn't argue with that


Then she stripped down to the skin


Just to see what it felt like to say that she'd sinned


Now she's talking in her sleep


And this blank page goes out to you




Her name was Sasha, yeah, or was it now,

She's not allowed a language with to share

Just rooms, cut cold from her mind


This happened and then that, was it Paris,

Was it painful, was it London,

Was it laughing, places bound in exile


Walking down the streets,

How all the days just turn to drink

S
and all the spaces seem to shrink

Until the morning reclines


This tiny room, it scares her

And it dares her to be lovely


And to tear herself from living,

ain't it quite like old times?




I left the old book in new york


The words were a blur and the pages were torn


And I couldn't argue with that


Then I slipped down to Berlin


Just to see what it felt like to say that I'd been



Now I'm talking in my sleep


And this blank page goes out to me




60 years later, in the sequel it was safer,

So she said...




What did you tell your friends


Did you say you were pretending


Did you think you were so wounded


Your tail clipped, your ego spoon-fed
by the girl

You thought you'd broken


Did you say she was a token


Of the lie that got you moping


Feeding lines you wrote with your pen


Did it cross your mind that maybe


She lied too when she was waking up


To red wine in a hotel cup


And messes she could not clean up


She didn't mean a thing to you


But hey, she never wanted to


Don't take the credit you're not due


Cause we all knew full well it wasn't true




And I didn't know her, but I saw the pages

Where they broke her down


On paper it played out

Like stories cut from the vine


In the plane, these words are falling

From mountains, so I grab ahold


And I never, ever want to get off this ride


We both spend too much time putting

Out fires, but if we just let them burn,

Then maybe, yeah maybe,


We'd have something to keep


Today I stood propped up on a wooden fence

Over a country years and volumes

In between the places she and I sleep


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