Wednesday, 18 March 2015

sweet tar woman

my baby found me
in the Alberta swamp
she looking for oil
she looking to mop

now when she gets down
as slow as slow can get
i kiss her so gently
ain't that it

two by two make four sometimes
deep in the swamps
can't find your find
and i know she loves me lots
but she cries all night

waiting up for her baby
her daddy and her friend too
she's starting to smell like glue

there's no food for daddy
there's no food for jude
keep up the rations
what else can i do

sweet tar woman
gonna let me in
i'll break down the door
and sleep on your floor
my sweet tar holy woman

she's making breakfast
im making lunch
i wrap my arms around the bump
and she smiles
one more is enough

i think to think, i thought  myself
i hope its a boy
not so difficult
just go find a tree

sweet tar woman
make me scream all night
sweet tar woman
how i howl in fright

she reads from a cook book
i read jean-paul s
she points out a meal
and i ask why i exist

she puts down the book
and johnnys in the basement
i don't know what he's doing
all i smell is oleander

come over here baby
forget all them words
a shadow is worth more
than a smile ever could

sweet tar woman
what you gotta say
she stands on the corner
in the light of day

sweet tar woman might stress your mind
find out the fraction
you may abide your time
keep safe and lonely, and i will too

drinking coffee and my teeth are white
faster faster in the back of my wall
four you and for me

nowhere to go
stuck like bird roosting to call
don't eat no chicken
like most of you do
no disrespect
hell, i am the fool

sweet tar woman
pinching me in my dreams
sweet tar woman
she's got me on her knees

theres no moral to the story
but you read it so , there
if you want to be-in-the-world
don't fall over your underwear

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