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Augie March
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There's Something At The Bottom Of The Black Pool
There's something at the bottom Of the black pool I daren't dredge it up Not while the weather's still cool It's a feathered thing Its origins are mixed and untrue
Once a straw-body, now a lamb-picker Now a clove in a black brew I think of the peacocks of the gorge And I think of the gryphons they kept in the Tower Zoo The unexpected water swept all before it As it rushed on terrible through
And left them all dead and spread through the park Amid the myriad mangles of the coming dark Of the shadow of a loon, the howl from a bloody craw Those strange interruptions don't scare me anymore
Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool
Perhaps a pigeon fell off its stool I have drowned a conscience or two There are palm trees and clouds And the under sides of drowned blues
And sometimes the faces of people I think I knew I know at one time this thing flew I have sunk an ambition or two 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Now when I think to drink, then I wonder with who I pretend that I'm sitting in the booth with you
O what a fucking sentence, what a fucking noise I don't know these girls, I don't trust these boys And over there in the corner, there hangs a strange bird Sings a strange song but it won't be heard
A song to inquire whither went the milk money While the darling babes of Toorak were a'yowling for their honey Let's walk up this hill, let's go walking up this hill The sun is in the middle of the sky The grass is yellow from being dry
There's music, there's you, many others here and I Up the hill then, up where those holy lodestones lie How suddenly still, and though the wind blow From here we will never leave or go
And but for a will and but for companions We might go tumbling home below To a place at the table, to gamble and settle Make the words amiable and able
Of resting assured, in the breast of that bird That I sure did not suffer a fool Since all the while the weather was cool I stood at the crumbling edge of the black pool
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