Shaming of the Sun lyrics

Hey kind friend
Don't know when I'll see you again
On a ferryboat bound to Victoria
Laying down to hide from the wind

Big Dipper hanging over the city
You know everything now is different for me
And there ain't no use in explaining
The scenery

I said, kind friend
Help me forget where I been
Hey kind friend
Remember who I am

Well it was too late in Spokane

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home

All around the table the white haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons' blood like table wine
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time

The music whispers you in urgency

I am sorry that I set my sights on the things I read
Something meant for your husband maybe you left them under the bed
Once upon a love those words blew free and secret the pages lay around
Drifted to the hands of the publisher and all the greedy generations on down

Burn all the letters (someone is always watching)
Government's on the phone (whether openly or secretly)

I'm sitting in Darwin's Theory
You're down in the 48s
I'm practicing politics
You're practicing guitar an staying out late
How'd we get so turned around
Why did we make it so hard
Can't we cut it out we're tender
Give us something good to remember

Hey my my my rock star
I saw your feet leave the ground
You said all I wanna be is loud
How'd you get so turned around

My friends they wash the windows they shine in the sun
They tell me wake up early in the morning sometimes see what a beautiful job we've done
I said, "let's put on some tunes, sing along, Doolittle all day"
Go down to the riverside take off our shoes and wash these sins away

The river said, "la la la shame on you"
River said, "la la la" it said "shame on you"

115 you are 17
Itchy trigger and venomous
You're growing longer you're growing stronger
So shed your skin babe now shed this

Come on over now
Come on over baby
Tell me it's holy holy
I don't know what it is come on over now
Let's call it the fullness of time
I don't know what it is come on over now
Hey holy console me
Some power controls me
Remorse it I force it

Caramia
Blank notebook in a back pocket fade
You used to mock me sometimes I would cry
When I was home later
Cause you hurt my feelings
Why, why, why
I said write it down in your notebook, my wannabe,
Harriet the spy

And some say your genious
Is in your madness
Will you get better
And then will you leave us?
How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age

It's dark at four p.m. in Leeds
The steeples pierce the skylight till the last of it bleeds
The absent sound of another day as it recedes
Into the shadows, until it's nothing

Fax papers slipped under the hotel room door
Like food for the prisoner and the prospect to the whore
Well-fed and halfway drunk I ache myself for more
Until I'm shadows of myself, until I'm nothing

I'm gonna clear my head
I'm gonna drink that sun

The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees
Sitting in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee
This perfect moment will soon be leaving me

Suzanne calls from Boston the coffee's hot the corn is high
And that same sun that warms your heart will suck that good earth dry

It's alright forty days of rain
My skin stretched out from the growing pain
And it'd be nice to have an explanation
But it's alright

And it's alright if you hate that way
Hate me cause I'm different and you hate me cause I'm gay
Truth of the matter come around one day
And it's alright

I look at this lifeline stretched way out across my hand

She's got a case against me a jury of my peers
And the rage of the righteous screaming in her ears
I'm not dignified anymore, can't say I didn't call
I say I love you, she don't hear me anymore

Don't give that girl a gun
I said now don't give that girl a gun
She's already won [one?]
She's already won [one]

I made a bad connection she says I went astray

Scooter boys and Argentinians
Europe shed the blood of the Indians
Here I sit in the land of plenty
Crying about my own virginity

Hey blueblood you're nothing new
You see I come from priviledge too
A chapter of the book on the Americas
You're just another colonial terrorist

Scooter boys and Argentinians
Europe shed the blood of the Indians
Here I sit in the land of plenty