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Underneath My Bridge

Album: Lithe
By:
Von Angel

Duration

5:00

Genres

Folk

Description

written and performed by von angel

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Lyrics

I’m playing with the dogs so in a minute I’ll be clean enough to become a letter in the alphabet My cats are in the sink ‘cause I drowned them all last night I was just returning the favor You see, they came to me when I was trying to cry myself to sleep and showed me how to serenade under a table My invitation’s almost here and I don’t know what to do now So I stare at the mailbox and I bow My picture hangs between the houses of Lucy and the West But you’re always welcome underneath my bridge Be my father, be my guest (Show me how to breathe while I’m running Show me how to breathe while I’m dying underneath my bridge) If I was to sit alone all day by Lake Michigan I’m pretty sure something would happen I’d disintegrate into a thousand dead leaves and think of all the faces I’ve forgotten Then I’d listen to myself complain about the wind while my friendships call my name Then I’d see my wicked hands and feet abide by the temperatures that play with my consciousness We walk on separate sides of the street and the people walk in between But there’s always a place underneath my bridge for a courtesan and a fiend (Show me how to breathe while I’m running Show me how to breathe while I’m dying underneath my bridge) I live by a dumpster But I keep myself warm Are my secrets safe with you Oh what diamond don’t know won’t do her any harm I came down from the sears tower and my face was radiant So I gave some special words to the mailman I said “Cattle on the streets of China Town Cattle on the escalator going up to Logan Square Lucy and the ghost of Henry Miller in the Congress Hotel discussing politics and whiskey Homeless Dionysus by the L Train using pigeon bones to get rid of the students in his teeth We’ve reached the end of this forest preserve but I’m not worried or alive You’ll always feel at home underneath my bridge Be my silence, be my bride (Show me how to breathe while I’m running Show me how to breathe while I’m dying underneath my bridge)

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