Holes
from God Talk by Jonathan Burks
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feeling wet and washed up
on the shores of ho-hum
bound for glory bound and gaged
my tongues a butter knife it seems
these days it aint cutting nothing but wonder bread
wondering how I can muster some bread
to get me the means
to spread myself where I choose and please
sew my oats like a wool-knit sweater
to keep me warm in this cold cold weather
suppose by now I should know better
things tend to unravel in windy weather
the bag I'm in cold and damp
is wearing thin, exposing glass
fist shaped muscle forged from sand
filling up the empty hand
that's reaching out to grab
the stubborn edges of the looking glass
flowers bloom with every shard
plucked from fingers and guitars
the healing scent of feelings wrenched
from a vague sense of loneliness
gaps and flaws in character and script
paint the terrain of who we is
the holes are where the light gets in
light is framed by night and sin
lord won't you forgive me please
for living this life you gave to me
sailing on a ragged wind
fueled by breath of maggot end
we squirm and pray and play and fight
heaving on the shores of life
gnawing on the serpents tail
pennies get laid upon the rail
wishes spread thin with hot heat of motion
leaving nothing but a blurry notion
in the flush face of drunken dance
we kiss the lips of circumstance
rosy cheeks ripe with the night
receive the fruit dark and divine
stars cut and poke the sky
letting in the finish line
gaps and flaws in character and script
turn the pages of where we been
the holes are where the light gets in
light is framed by night and sin
lord won't you forgive me please
for living this life you gave to me
on the shores of ho-hum
bound for glory bound and gaged
my tongues a butter knife it seems
these days it aint cutting nothing but wonder bread
wondering how I can muster some bread
to get me the means
to spread myself where I choose and please
sew my oats like a wool-knit sweater
to keep me warm in this cold cold weather
suppose by now I should know better
things tend to unravel in windy weather
the bag I'm in cold and damp
is wearing thin, exposing glass
fist shaped muscle forged from sand
filling up the empty hand
that's reaching out to grab
the stubborn edges of the looking glass
flowers bloom with every shard
plucked from fingers and guitars
the healing scent of feelings wrenched
from a vague sense of loneliness
gaps and flaws in character and script
paint the terrain of who we is
the holes are where the light gets in
light is framed by night and sin
lord won't you forgive me please
for living this life you gave to me
sailing on a ragged wind
fueled by breath of maggot end
we squirm and pray and play and fight
heaving on the shores of life
gnawing on the serpents tail
pennies get laid upon the rail
wishes spread thin with hot heat of motion
leaving nothing but a blurry notion
in the flush face of drunken dance
we kiss the lips of circumstance
rosy cheeks ripe with the night
receive the fruit dark and divine
stars cut and poke the sky
letting in the finish line
gaps and flaws in character and script
turn the pages of where we been
the holes are where the light gets in
light is framed by night and sin
lord won't you forgive me please
for living this life you gave to me
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from God Talk,
track released October 26, 2011
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