Werbung entfernenRobin Williamson - For Mr. Thomas
[Verse 1]
CFrom faded newsprint used to
Gwrap a fish
F GInscrutably the muse selects
Cyour face
CAs I sit drinking namelessly in
G a nameless bar
F G CFive thousand miles and thirty years away
[Verse 2]
CWith all the usual ceremonial
Gyou were crowned one night
F GKing of the field where doctors
C nail the cows
CTo make of the cock's quill the
G rights of language
F G CAnd the pricking heart a sword against the hours
[Verse 3]
CLet smirking scholars writhe in
G their favoured bondage
F GTo hold you plaintiff to the
Ccharge of art
C
Exhibit A: He falls on
Glegendary lines
F G CSinging mother I want a bullet in the heart
[Verse 4]
CThe judge in me sucks eggs and
Gjerks the sacred meat
F GFor the boy in me still dreams
Cin Milk Wood town
CLike two provincial bastards
Gplaying the galleries
F G CI hold your photo to the mirror upside down
[Verse 5]
CAs bacon wafts through hungry
Gstreets, your ghost pervades
F GJust like an old ex-boxer aged
Ctwenty-two
CStaged up like Falstaff or the
Gwild Welsh Rimbaud
F G CYou'd laugh to see these monochromes they make of you
[Verse 6]
CAh, Mr. Thomas, let us ramble
Gthrough the midnight fair
F GLet us throw old bottles at the
C ferris wheel
CLet us paint library on the
Glibrary, let us raid the moonlight
F G CLet us steal away whatever we are supposed to steal
[Verse 7]
CWhile the border guards check
Gcards with their poker faces
F GNever mind who's winning but
Cthe stakes are rare
CIf this jack of thorns they let
G us hold outbids the joker
F G CLet us sneak higher till the frost clings in our hair
[Verse 8]
CLet us watch while the days
Ggrow daily more mundane
F GThat rough God Go striding with
C his shears
CHack wide the bellies of the
Gswollen mountains
F G CAnd rip molten heroes forth to their furious tears
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