Glocca Morra Museum Mouth
Soon soon soon they will all turn blue and into flying
things, my man. Words will fail and stutter at the sight
of one another, when the shivers cease who will you
become? Your soft voice put the cats to sleep. It's not
cause your boring them, it's because you have their
mother's tongue. Oh, the earth is smiling at you. I walk
out to feel the rain on my hands and feet. All the whores
come home for Christmas dinner and their mothers can't
remember their face, their name, And they all look the
same, but not to me. Dad called me a faggot once or twice
but I forgave him for that. I was boldy brash. But you've
got skin that I could wrap all of my hopes and fears in,
if you would just let me in, once. Eee eee eee eee ee ee
ee. I was on the wall, I fear, about to fall. But I jump
down, chase you and critters around the side of your
father's house. I was sick with hope but all fires don't
end in smoke. I've got matches and you've got cheap bics,
I didn't come this far just to drown like this. Feel the
kittens call, feel the beetles crawl, the stars so big
yet I am small but I still tend to feel it all. Feel the
stomach growl, feel the hunger cry, feel the earth
invite, feel it all feel it all. Feel me look at you,
feel me look at you, feel me look at you, feel it all
feel it all.
