88, Darling & Benedetti

Duration

6:50

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

I was walking, it was morning But the clouds cried Armageddon Had a tote bag full of curses and watched the pigeons take the city Oh the sidewalk moved accordingly with the wheels of the old man’s walker and I followed him as he kept rambling even though I ain’t much of a talker He said “whatcha got inside your mouth?” I said “a thousand complaints” And he used them all to decorate the town with red and black paint (Before these eyes decide to open Let every damn thing in this house be broken) Passed a building, passed a station Passed a convention of suitcases Laid my burdens on his fingers Placed my demons beneath his white mustache Oh we went to a boulevard of phobias and saw the bachelor with his brand new suit and we listened to a crowd with a phone to its ear complain of the blood in its boot He said to me “Your madness is charming, your anger is sweet and the only way to sing is when your body is full of concrete” (Before these eyes decide to open Let every damn thing in this house be broken) Every surface that was modern was devoured by the ghost on the corner And he pointed at the ashes that remained of the stage and museum All the tourists, all the locals drowned themselves in a renovated ocean He said “let’s go to the brothel it’s right here on this body of water” There’s the fiddler, there’s Apollo There’s the acrobat painting his face There’s the feline, there’s the Baptist There’s the limousine waiting for my mistress There’s my cosmic flower talking to the wind With dances and drugs in her hair And there’s hatred hidden in her teeth And she always denies that it’s there She said “Do you ever think about the piano from the funeral home” She’s got hundreds of tomorrows and promises running through her bones When I asked her and the old man to kiss me goodbye They just smiled and told me they loved me and spat in my eye (Before these eyes decide to open Let every damn thing in this house be broken)