Hay, and a clean stall, And ivy on a garden wall, And a sign saying Sold, And an old coat For the bad cold. I believe in you. Do you believe in me? What do you want to do? Are we leaving the city? On the black road, Through the gold fields, While the fields are plowed, Towards what we are allowed... The bridle bends in idle hands And slows our canter to a trot. We mean to stop, in increments, but can't commit. We post and sit, in impotence: The harder you hit, the deeper the dent. We seek our name. We seek our fame, and our credentials (Paned in glass, trained to master incidentals). Bleach our collar, leech our dollar from our cents: The longer you live, the higher the rent. Beneath the pale sky, Beside the red barn, Below the white clouds, Is all we are allowed. Here, the light will seep, And the scythe will reap, And spirit will rend, in counting toward the end. In December of that year, The word came down that she was here. The days grew shorter. I was sure, if she came 'round, I'd hold my ground. I'd endure. But they'd alluded to a change That came to pass, And Spring, deranged, Weeping grass and sleepless, Broke herself upon my windowglass. And I could barely breathe, for seeing All the splintered light that leaked her fissures, Fleeing, launched in flight: Unstaunched daylight, brightly bleeding, Bleached the night with dawn, deleting, In that high sun, After our good run, When the spirit bends Beneath knowing it must end. And that is all I want here: To draw my gaunt spirit to bow Beneath what I am allowed. Beneath what I am allowed.

I will feast at the table of the Lord I will feast at the table of the Lord I won't hunger anymore At His table I will feast at the table of the Lord I will feast at the table of the Lord I won't hunger anymore At His table Come all you weary; come and find His yoke is easy; His burden light He is able; He will restore At the table of the Lord There is peace at the table of the Lord There is peace at the table of the Lord I won't worry anymore At His table There is healing at the table of the Lord There is healing at the table of the Lord I won't suffer anymore At His table Come all you weary; come and find His yoke is easy; His burden light He is able; He will restore At the table of the Lord I know He has a place for me Oh, what joy will fill my heart With the saints around the mercy seat of God Come all you weary; come and find His yoke is easy; his burden light He is able; He will restore At the table of the Lord At the table of the Lord I'm invited to the table of the Lord I'm invited to the table of the Lord He says, "Come just as you are" To His table

Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles Leave it all and like a man Come back to nothing special Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides And racial roller coaster rides And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guard I never asked but I heard You cast your lot along with the poor But then I overheard your prayer That you be this and nothing more Than just some grateful faithful woman's Favorite singing millionaire The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair Working for the Yankee dollar I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guard Ah, lover come and lie with me If my lover is who you are And be your sweetest self awhile Until I ask for more, my child Then let the other selves be one, yeah Let them manifest and come 'Til every taste is on the tongue 'Til love is pierced and love is hung And every kind of freedom done Then, oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love

אבא, כמה אהבה יש לי אליך אתה לא יודע ואם לא הראיתי מספיק קח עוד שיר שיוכל להסביר מצטער שלא הבנתי את הלב שלך מצטער שלא מצאתי את המילים איתך כי הרי מה שקיבלתי כל זה בזכותך תן לי את היד מבטיח, לא לעזוב אותך אבא אין פה מושלם אבל בשבילי אתה כל העולם גם אם יבואו שנים ללא מילים אני אבין אותך אני הבן שלך קח את הכול זה בכלל שלך תודה על הכול אני אוהב אותך ואף פעם לא כעסתי על הלב שלך אל תדאג כי זו הדרך שכתובה לך והרי מה שנתתי כל זה בשבילך גם אם לא תהיה איתי פה אני תמיד איתך

על כביש פתוח כמעט כמו הרוח אין לי שום כיוון אני לא בטוח איך אפשר לנוח איך מוצאים איזון ויש לי אלף חלומות עוד להגשים איתך תבואי לפה אחרי פרידות אני תמיד בתהיות על מי שלא הצלחתי להיות בשבילך אני נופל קם והולך עם הדרך מסתבך מה קורה לי בגללך איך איך אני אמור להסתדר כשתחבקי אחד אחר ולא נספיק עוד לדבר ואין לי כוח שיגעו לי את המוח מה צריך להיות כולם הפכו להיות פרופסורים לאהבות ובעיות ויש לי קטע כמו ילד אני שם שירים ומדמיין את כל הסיטואציות שטעינו מאמי דרמות שעשינו מאמי לב שבור זה ממכר בשבילך אני נופל קם והולך עם הדרך מסתבך מה קורה לי בגללך איך איך אני אמור להסתדר כשתחבקי אחד אחר ולא נספיק עוד לדבר