The answer, when it finally came four months later wrapped in tin foil & smelling of thyme, was more in the manner of a correction. It even had a title.<\/p>\n
VIVI’S SONG<\/p>\n
The soul of a cat, the song of a bird We live in heaven, heaven lives in us There’s a little girl standing on a stool The soul of a cat is the song of a bird I made some mistakes, maybe too many I must be the luckiest man alive The answer, when it finally came four months later wrapped in tin foil & smelling of thyme, was more in the manner of a correction. It even had a title. VIVI’S SONG The soul of a cat, the song of … Continue reading
\nThe strangest tune ever heard
\nTaps its feet all the same<\/p>\n
\nIn the stars & the dust
\nTorn apart till we meet again<\/p>\n
\nCherub arms stirring up some food
\nHer crazy sayings, you’d want to write ’em down
\nMaybe I will when I get old
\nNow I suppose that song’d be impossible to write
\nLike digging up a rainbow for a pot of gold<\/p>\n
\nThe truth is too absurd
\nBut it’s still true<\/p>\n
\nThis morning I’m not making any
\nThe sea is full, the sky is blue<\/p>\n
\nSister, full is the sea, blue is the sky
\nI was lucky the day you were born, I’m lucky now
\nNow there are no more songs to write
\nBut the punk rock version’s just about good to roll
\nI only need one more line<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"