Lyric № 26537
Bacchus and the Ivy
I heard they left you at the tar-pits
Just another wounded troglodyte
Mother said she had high wishes
For your seed, and why it might
Story was immaculate conception
I guess your blood is wiser than
A box of grapefruit with no sugar
My broken Uncle, and his gin
Because you are the citrus
I am the ivy
I bend as the willow
You snap like an oaktree
You are the saltweed
I am the grape vine of pure misery
You are the citrus
I am the ivy
They said you gave up on the long dance
and that your song had gone a-stray
Now you're selling empty soup cans
and saying everything's okay?
A pack of dogs has found your shadow
that's why you cannot tie your shoes
The fear of no teeth is sheer terror
and why you must protect your muse
Because you are the citrus
I am the ivy
I bend as the willow
You snap like an oaktree
You are the saltweed
I am the grape vine of pure misery
You are the citrus
I am the ivy
Out through the storm waves
Under the new moon
Bled by an old thorn
I wish i could love you
13 comments
Has a good lyric sense to it, but it feels like too much nonsense, too. A touch of bob dylan, a touch of the beatles, and other things I recognize but can't name--but I think more it winds up just "touched".
Then again, 6am, I might be reading too much or too little...
In the end, I enjoyed it, and that's always a plus.
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