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(daniel dale johnston) |
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In clusters we move through a farm |
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Somewhere far off the thunder roaring |
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And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child |
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Sometimes |
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I climb high up in a tree |
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And let the wind blow in my face |
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Sometimes |
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I leave my cares lying in piles |
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Somewhat disturbing |
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Is the sound of her singing |
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When you know you don't deserve it |
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You're not here today |
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I feel just like an empty eggshell |
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My yoke is heavy |
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My yoke is heavy |
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My voice is a little horse |
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Galloping lost through the woods |
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Calling your name |
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It's new to me |
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But just the same |
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The earth is an old canvas painted over many times |
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The poet rambles |
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The world it scrambles |
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But who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men |
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Your shadow knows |
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It's right behind you all the way |
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Your shadow knows where you've been |
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My yoke is heavy |
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My yoke is heavy |
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My yoke is heavy |
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Sacred is the smile |
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That opened up my mind |
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And asked me come save me |
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And rid my cold cold heart |
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Of the dark deep gloom |
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That took up so much room |
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And my many spacious memories |
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My yoke is heavy |
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My yoke is heavy |
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My yoke is heavy |
