sunrise beam

 

 

plain speak

a blind man looks out through your eye
he hears the color of your sigh
tastes the laugh upon your thigh then roars
but let this be clear my sighing balladeer
i want nothing more than for you to see me now
there’s red iron in the sliding clay
it stains our knees and it points the way
for blood lusty angels looking to rumble in town
but let this be clear my sliding bombardier
i want nothing more than for you to find me now
here’s how i’m leaning word for word
and no matter what you think you heard
when i say bird i mean a bird no less and not more
but let this be clear my leaning auctioneer
i want nothing more than for you to raise me now
i’m thirsting after righteous gloom
with daylight streaming in this room
and the loss of love one day soon may bear me out and away
but let this be clear my streaming volunteer
i want nothing more than for you to hear me now
i want nothing more than for you to hear me now

– joe henry

 

 

 

 

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