Gray Morrow - End Of A Year

Fast car connected with knee

I rolled over hood

Head connected with street

On pavement I started to bleed

Onlookers said Hail Mary’s for me

Woke from a dead sleep last night

Felt a presence at my bedside

Cold lips pressed tightly to mine

The ghost of walking upright

Birds pick the ticks from the herds

Tongue loses grip on its words

Fast cars jump curbs

What we did in Swineburne Park wasn’t worth much

But it’s worth this remark:

We mated out of season and spent the winter grieving

You said there’s gold in them there hills

You said there’s pleasure in crushed pills

You said you’d take them over meals

God I hate the sound of your voice

You wanna be a rich Henry Darger

But it don’t work that way, partner

You’ve gotta live in those trenches

You can’t eat off real art

Birds pick the ticks from the herds

Tongue loses grip on its words

Fast cars jump curbs

What we did in Swineburne Park wasn’t worth much

But it’s worth this remark:

We mated out of season, spent our winter grieving

Oh Mr. Artist.

I think you missed your calling

Heard you got a job on a road crew, just to eat

Heard you cry the whole time

«I've got a college degree!»

Heard you got a job at a niteclub, just to eat

Heard you cry the whole time

«They should be watching me!»

Here’s a word from the Earth, here’s her decree:

Don’t care don’t care don’t care

Don’t care don’t care don’t care