Feelin like a gone-ass limb right after I moved to Nashville, I wrote the poor, severed blues. Poor, Severed Blues all fogged up by contradiction dubious claims of nuclear fission following flawed intuition caught up in a dream it's like when I spoke up you all turned weak when I said "not the other cheek" I mean, whatever happened to all of the courage you required of me? did you even know that your voice sounded strange? were you even really aware of your bleating range when you shimmied out into the great unknown? you all: short-sighted as me me: long-armed as the law reached out for a helping hand only found a claw or the calling of a crow made me heartsick to know that I was born of a desire and the vagaries of a fictional fire my hands were tied, I nearly died just trying to be understood it was in the anteroom there when I figured I'd stay when I heard the sounds of the country & western radio play "big city turn me loose and set me free" but I swear that I never felt so fucking alone as when you were minutes away, didn't answer your phone I just sat in East Park holding onto a part of a poor, severed, broken heart did you even know that your voice sounded distant? were you even really aware that I was scared of persistence? by the rising and in the light of the waning moon you all: blind as a bunch of bats me: long-armed as the law reached out for a helping hand I didn't find a friend just the calling of a crow made me heartsick to know that I was born of a desire to be not herded, but heard cut down by the wire, everything got so dire as I was struggling to be understood ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvzSTrLcsp0

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