Dirt Head

My lips are shores of drunken seas
My songs are shallow sorcery
I drank the ghost of Neil Young
I spit his words across my tongue
My mind is made of
The splinters of a vinyl memory
My body's laid up
In the arms of country western anomie

I play the pain of lovers lost
Of dreams deferred
Of treasures tossed
I learned this liturgy of lies
From lizards' lips and eagles' eyes
My heart is skipping
Through the stations
Of a misty mountain night
My soul is slipping
From the dark side of the globe
Into the light

I sing in tongues I do not speak
I pray for things I cannot seek
I am infected with a past
I stole from rust and empty glass
They say that Christ will come again
That rock and roll can never die
These strings will circuit to the night
I see Bob Dylan crucified



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Gordon Helmreich
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