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Bones of the Tree

from Bones of the Tree by Jonathan Burks



it's true what you said baby
'patterns repeat'
and that old dirty fractal been swallowing me
for so long now baby, I don't blame you none for bailing
out of this old ship into a fresh sea
this old salty seaman been tossing and heaving
confusing white whales for personal demons
I hit dry land but couldn't see the beach for the sand
gotta learn to reach before you grab

blue as can be shaking the trunk of the tree
making believe gravity couldn't touch or phase me
truth was there for the facing
but it's so hard when fate's placing
the sweetest of fruit on your plate for the tasting
skin stretched out thin
juice dripping from my chin
chewed through to the root of not-so-original sin
the sum of the fall times seven is ten
all dogs go to heaven in the end

mistakes are for making and time is for taking
I'm making my mistakes and taking my time
after all they've made me who I am
hell I'm thanking my lucky stars
for the hard luck and heartbreaks they gave me
into the hills I make my retreat
I've met my match, I claim my defeat
I been burning blubber in the belly of the beast
mistaking fleshy walls for the bones of the tree

it's all good, it's gravy
knock on wood, maybe I just might learn to live
before I'm pushing up daisies
moving through this maze grazing
on the hedges and edges that cage me
till I'm tasting the eggs and bacon
of a new morning breaking
seems like I always been watching the show
while the fearless and foolish walk the tight rope
the sum of the fall times seven is ten
all dogs go to heaven in the end


from Bones of the Tree, track released January 1, 2006




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