moments : red house painters
click here to listen. it starts off very softly.
listening time: 7m 52s.
words by mark kozelek
artwork courtesty of eugene smith
gently in these ragged folds
curled up and warm like easter's child
a breath so faint, angelic weight
i can't deny
that i drift sometimes
even in these loving moments
to summery fields i call my own
where i can lie and in them feel
at one with my death
with limbs outstretched
i can't deny
that i'm weak sometimes
if you like this wanky song, you must smoke a lot of pot.
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