my day will come

well i got nowhere to go
and i got no one to see
i don't love nobody
and i know
nobody loves me

but i feel so tired
and i don't feel free
people are crossing the street
everytime they see me

cuz i ain't nothing new
to no one that i meet
i can't find my tongue
and i can't find my feet
and i'm praying that god will come and
take me away
or the martians or the soviets
on some sunny day

cuz to everything i say
well 'that's what i'm saying'
jah guard my head
well 'thats what i'm praying'

cuz i don't feel no love
and i don't feel no hate
i'm just floating along
i will die at this rate

well i get up in the morning
and i go to bed
i don't feel no sorrow
and i don't feel dread

i feel like a pawn
and i feel like i'm owned
i feel like a pilgrim
that don't have a home

i don't have a city
and i don't have a place
lord have mercy
i don't have a face

so i'm sieging this city
yeah i'm storming this town
i'm gonna shake up everybody
who's been lying around
i'm gonna call up king david
and borrow his crown
so if you see me coming
just don't make a sound

better come up behind me
just follow the crowd
we will take back this city
we will topple this town
we'll change up these people
and we'll turn them around

so don't wipe your tears
don't turn back your face
jah give us pity
and jah give us grace
he'll come sit in judgement
just sit there and frown
he'll shake down the people
he'll shake up the town

well that's what they say
and if that be the case
then come cover me with the
queen anne's lace

i will sit up beside him
i will sit back and laugh
i will shake off these angels
standing on my back
i will lament my disgrace
my unfortunatecies

i will put back my feelings
put back my hate
take out my eyelids
i'll put em on a plate
i will beg him for mercy
and to tear down the gate

for to open up the seals
for to seal up my fate
for to complete this painting
to cover it with paint

to take back my body
to take back his town
to give back his mercy
and to take back his crown

he will give me my freedom
he will give back my face
he will give back my sorrow
and he will give back my hate
for to take back tomorrow
and to
take back today
he will bootstrap this city
he will have it his way

well so it was spoken
and i hope it be so
and i hope with this vision
i'll be carried away
well i hope with this vision
i'll be
carried away.

absalom

my father is peace.
when he dreams he is the land:
creeping golden shoots
and orange blossoms.
he is life like flowing water,
in the dawn he is the light.

the sadness you get from folk songs, the cocteau twins, and arthur russell,

small desires,

secret worries,

and your best friend's jealous.