Im piphany rambler
I ramble all day
Piphany rambler
Dont take these blues away
Up is lovely
Down is too
Its its own peculiar labour
When youre not able to
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Dont sleep
Dont sleep
Dont sleep
And then sleep
Tore a cloud and three birds fell
Three birds fell and then it rained
We crawled upside that mountain
Down its ass and back again
This tiny garden that we tend
Where flowers bloom like accidents
Lets lay awhile and slowly wend
Through days as long as nights we spent hanging on
Great furrows in the pavement
Where our hooves strove to leap
Square men in the courtyard
Engines idling
Weve seen those impossible mountains
Weve seen that upward rain
Entire bibles full of broken things
Dark and wide as empty graves
Thunder said to the lightning
Let your good-foot swing
Go down to the valley
And shine your light on everything
Lightning said to thunder
Go on swinging like the pounding rain
Swing your blues like a hammer
Ride your boy like a shuddering train
Go on, swing the ocean full
Go on swing the bending trees
Swing it with a heart that bursts
And shine your light on everything
Let your good-foot swing and shake
And shake, and shake, and shake!
Im piphany rambler
I ramble all day
Epiphany rambler
Dont take these blues away
Up is lovely
Down is too
Its its own peculiar labour
When youre not able to
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Lay in the fire a while
Dont sleep
Dont sleep
Dont sleep
And the sleep
Ive heard tell at the boring gates of hell that
There aint nothing dear
But there is too much dear
But there is too much dear
Yeah there is too much dear…