Sprawling Autumn (Afternoons)
I woke up like a hand grenade
My head weighed forty pounds
I asked the Lord, my soul, to save
He smiled and turned me down
So, I rolled my cold and aching soul
From its warm and tender tomb
And cursed these God-forsaken walls
For keeping me from you
So, seal up my garage
Take the laces from my shoes
No man or god could sabotage
This two joint afternoon
No man or god could sabotage
This two joint afternoon
The mirror hasn't told the truth
Since I was twenty-three
A man can't trust a word he hears
Or anything he sees
So empty are the hours passed
So anxious those beyond
I turn back from the looking glass
And find myself alone
Stick sensors in my skin
Put a monkey on the moon
No fleeting friend could seek to end
This two joint afternoon
No fleeting friend could seek to end
This two joint afternoon
The curtains turn from white to grey
The sun has nearly died
No better way to waste a day
Than spending one inside
The morning holds another try
To start my life anew
The evening holds another lie
That never will come true
Send my sores to São Tomé
Cast my cares to Cameroon
We all must pay on Judgement Day
For two joint afternoons
We all must pay on Judgement Day
For two joint afternoons
My head weighed forty pounds
I asked the Lord, my soul, to save
He smiled and turned me down
So, I rolled my cold and aching soul
From its warm and tender tomb
And cursed these God-forsaken walls
For keeping me from you
So, seal up my garage
Take the laces from my shoes
No man or god could sabotage
This two joint afternoon
No man or god could sabotage
This two joint afternoon
The mirror hasn't told the truth
Since I was twenty-three
A man can't trust a word he hears
Or anything he sees
So empty are the hours passed
So anxious those beyond
I turn back from the looking glass
And find myself alone
Stick sensors in my skin
Put a monkey on the moon
No fleeting friend could seek to end
This two joint afternoon
No fleeting friend could seek to end
This two joint afternoon
The curtains turn from white to grey
The sun has nearly died
No better way to waste a day
Than spending one inside
The morning holds another try
To start my life anew
The evening holds another lie
That never will come true
Send my sores to São Tomé
Cast my cares to Cameroon
We all must pay on Judgement Day
For two joint afternoons
We all must pay on Judgement Day
For two joint afternoons
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Writer(s): G. Lescallette
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