Альбом Kevin Devine

all that music in your mouth
rivers rushing at your teeth
cresting waves through wading valleys
flooded language tributaries
collect and cover over me
tensing jaw and cork screw eyelids
as if you couldn't bare to see
all that water pouring from you
collecting clouds inside the ballroom
over people who don't know you
but darling i do

you trance yourself back from the city
blood not moving to your feet
your foot falls tentative and muffled
automatic listless shuffle
your sidewalk scatter brain cry uncle
you paint yourself back in your corner
and look for her on your tv
it's friday night and i am hungry
for a hand, a mouth, a body
a love i wouldn't have to carry

a stitch in my mouth
and i'm untying now
a concrete canal
in a bomb border town
an echo in the rafters
reminding you there was a sound
but you killed her in waves
so she stayed as steam
to hiss at you now

you killed her in waves
but that's not today
so you breathe through your mouth
try to calm yourself down
and keep what you found
and shout it out loud

she can hover and hurt
or dissolve to dirt
some prayer in your mouth
or she might stay as steam
so get to the beams
to figure her out

1, 2, 3, 4

I was a big bad man
I picked at you like cotton candy
I talked my talk, made you feel lucky
And broke your heart when I was ready
Yeah, I was a big bad man

And I strummed my slow sad song
I felt your lashes flutter for me
I let my smile spread out sneaky
My chesire cat act sped your heartbeat
And I strummed my slow sad song

And I made my train wreck mess
I sunk to hell and I dragged you with me
I grieved my way to coke and whiskey
I shamed my father, I scared my family
When I made my train wreck mess

When you'd sleep you sing my name into your pillow
A blue note cast to calm our burning bed
Your helpless heart dreamt my voice rising up to meet you
And held the plain truth hostage in your head
You see I never raised the ransom
And I never argued over terms
I just let you and your song lie there and burn

And now I think long hard thoughts
About the years I can't return you,
The truth, it took too long to tell you
There's no excuse for how I did you
When I think my long hard thoughts,
When I think my long hard thoughts

In the hand of God there's a cattle prod
That keeps shocking us along.
Until we're flung from roofs without parachutes
Filling patches on His lawn.

And there's an iron gate where patrolmen wait
To keep the chosen people safe
From the infidels in their terror cells
Rifles blessed by God's good grace

And there's a shining path strewn with shattered glass
And hemmed in with barbed wire
So you can skim your feet but you can't come free
Oh hallelujah higher and higher

And all those foxhole prayers full of fear you share
With a bored and and distant son
While you held your will while killing time until
Answers came for anyone

And you curse their Lord for all He ignored
In His flawed and vengeful plan
Cut yourself some slack against a deck so stacked
I mean come on now you're just one man

And maybe after all when your conscience calls
You might prove the missing link
And all that white hot air you sprayed around out there
Might have meant more than you think

So when you breathe, breathe deep
Breathe in greedily like you might never breathe again
Go and tell the truth of all the work you do
It won't be worthless in the end

It's a brushfire spreading, feeding as it moves
It's a disappeared glacier, it's an airborne flu
It's your disbelieving eyes locked in concrete miles
It's your yawning conscious and your lawyer's smile
It's an occupied country, foaming at the mouth
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
It's a military mother with a boy in hell
And it's a flag draped casket down an oil well
It's an Argentina school girl, gagged and bound
It's a torture camp, it's a long way down
It's the constant brace and shock of now
It's the whole damn world turned inside out, all right

It's a march to extinction with your god in step
It's his name in your mouth, it's his cross on your neck
It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
That's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
But the trouble lies on the other side

With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
He sees his crescent and the star in the virgin sky
He hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
And as he eases to the check point, he is calm and sure
It's collateral damage, it's the cost of war

It's another bag of bones for the gods to sort
It's just another bag of bones for the gods to sort

It's the species disappearing, all the birds fly south
In a January heat wave and a pulsing crowd
It's an African militia, kids with sub machines
It's a conflict diamond on your bride to be
It's the dispossessed lining up every gate
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours'
'Til there's nothing leftover to get no more
And it's not what were owed but it's what we've earned
And it's closer than we realized that it's time now, to burn

It's time now to burn
Oh, it's time now to burn