4d
w/ seven pupils
in its eye
kinda like a madness
that refuses
in subside
kinda like everything you want
just w/ in your grasp
kinda like
how a banshee-wail
dances
on a living heart
i'm gonna stand
at the top of the world and
challenge the heavens
gonna bring you god
gonna bring you god
in the palm of the left
hand
black
gonna bring you god
kinda like
when the sun goes down
and darkness makes its climb
kinda like all your muscle tissue
starting to unwind
kinda like
if you brave the hate
fade it
A CHAIR IN THE SKY
words by Joni Mitchell
music by Charles Mingus
The rain slammed hard as bars
It caught me--by surprise
Mutts of the planet
And shook me down for alibis
I'm waiting
For the keeper to release me
Debating this sentence
Biding my time
In memories
Of old friends of mine ...
In daydreams of Birdland
I see my soul on fire
Burning up the bandstand
Next time
I'll be bigger!
I'll be better than ever!
I'll be happily attached
To my cold hard cash!
But now Manhattan holds me
To a chair in the sky
With the bird in my ears
And boats in my eyes
Going by
There are things I wish I'd done
Some friends I'm gonna miss
Beautiful lovers
I never got the chance to kiss...
Daydreamin' drugs the pain of living
Processions of missing
Lovers and friends
Fade in and they fade out again
In these daydreams of rebirth
I see myself in style
Raking in what I'm worth
Next time
I'll be bigger!
I'll be better than ever!
I'll be resurrected royal!
I'll be rich as standard oil!
But now--Manhattan holds me
To a chair in the sky
With the bird in my ears
And boats in my eyes
Going by