Poet without a pen or page, dream-like and yearning
Built the pyramids in a drunken rage but your love has my back a burnin'
Hand me my handkerchief dear, and I'll paint you my sorrows
Let me listen to a balladeer and I'll dance colors into flowers
Enemy of husbandry, let the wind bring in the crows
I was borne to a great city but I set fire to the newly sowed
My hands are scarred and torn, tearing up the Tudor roses
Let the redness hide my scorn of all that the whiteness imposes
But I fire a round into the sun
All I know of love is staring down the barrel of a gun
Musician of dreams from the old world, bells toll and war drums ring
I fought hard to keep my soul and sometimes I get to hear it sing
Oh, oh! All my lovers, all my lovers
My steady hands, they come together
But I dream of oceans as I step into the river
Bathing in the moon a tiny sliver of waning silver
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