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Siberry Jane Walking The White Tent The Raft there's a red leaf that falls from a purple tree it falls it floats down one red leaf against a clear blue sky it floats down past the marbles in the clearing beneath the geese in flight to the darkening river in the autumn light where it touches down oh like a great bird landing tears of autumn there's a white tent that sits in the middle of a raft that floats down floats down the middle of a river, of a stream, floating down and the tears streaming from the mind's eye streaming back beyond the white sheets that flap and fly oh tears of wanting the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests mango clearing: oh mango in the clearing it's his leg or something waiting everything would be alright watching the trees then his toes then the trees deeper into the jungle and leaves him there we turn off the tv never forget that night never heard you couldn't sleep hotel window get up to those dark peaks everything would be alright (transparent): there's a clearing to the right there's mango clutching his knees looking at his feet watching the trees bees bees like he's always there that he doesn't care maybe not but he's been waiting there for them to return for a long long time i get angry as i watch see him wait only half alive so patient there looking at his toes picking at his fur watching the trees ... finally she comes picks him up safe now clings to her waited all this time i guess he was right what do i know at both things i cried and she holds him tight knows his little body well he's come from her she moves back into the trees not like northern trees but the jungle somewhere moves deeper and deeper into the thickness she leaves him there why should he survive?... i turn off the tv that night we both cried i will never forget that night another man, dancing i came back so alive you were so open someone i didn't talk to much not really talk ------ though travelled side by side we cried for mango you were so open -- side by side mango in the clearing the ships in the harbour finally fell asleep cried ourselves well, i couldn't sleep got up frowned alone the middle of the night the summer breeze raised my eyes up to the peaks so dark and moving back the crouch white and i knew if i could only get there everything would be alright the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests great overcoat clearing: and when it's not our great overcoat it's a grey and yellow dress so beautiful the bees they followed you through the mall to the clearing in the wilderness and you lay down and i picked you up and i said you must never leave your beautiful hands like knitting needles and i said-it's jane it's me she said-when you go that's when you go lighten up and pass the cup fifty bucks and that's all you got? yeah i love you i love you a lot (transparent): (ASSISI, ITALY 1986) as you move away from me for whatever it all means i call you back but you don't hear at least you have some joy in my dreams and when it's not my great overcoat it's a grey and yellow dress i tried to find for you so beautiful the bees followed you too through the mall out into the fields where the flowers blow and when i woke one night and the wind was blowing ceaselessly and with such violence i walked out to the terrace to throw myself off then the darkness charged my shirt with such light i forgot my purpose and drifted away through the gardens to find my great overcoat and i sat and waited for you i waited and watched but you lay transparent and waxen only your see-through fingers fluttering a description of her "silver umbrella the most beautiful you had ever seen" you can't ever leave me because part of me goes with you and part of you stays with me and waits for the wind to stop and understands the silence with me and drifts through the darkened garden in our great overcoat `til we are stopped by a marbled portico that stares at us like a map i've remembered and will for many years or all my life for who will know when i lay back the time i go my hands will flutter in the same way like the sifting snow the drifting snow the silver umbrella it was so beautiful... i'd never ever ever ever... it's very warm are you warm... there's water nearby i can tell... (assisi, italy `86) and her soul escaped or tried to but me- i tried not to let her i ran and picked her up she was light as a feather and her hands were knitting needles and we talked about the weather and the hands fluttered in the air about a silver umbrella she saw there her friend has won it at the fair the most beautiful she'd ever seen fluttered down the autumn leaves caught like jags of silver in the woolen weave of my love for her i said - it's me you must never ever leave and her hands described a silver umbrella or was it a silver tent... or was it a white tent now... there's a white tent that sits in the middle of a raft that floats down floats down the middle of a river, of a stream, floating down and the tears streaming from the mind's eye streaming back beyond the white sheets that flap and fly oh tears of hardness the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests overkill clearing: found the snake in the clearing and it tried to kill him of course but then...only after it tried to get away he said-youse the meanest ugliest low-down and he cursed and swore gonna shoot the damn thing (i'll never let nobody hurt you) i watched from the raft and i withdrew my scent it's not hard to kill a snake the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests angry clearing: what do you mean i love you stop saying i love you i don't know what you mean anyway i don't know what love is and... you don't know what love is and... it doesn't change anything anyway ah...who cares who gives a... because all i see is more hate more fear less light than before me the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests bird clearing: get off my branch... stick legs-they are not this is my tree it's getting lighter i'm talking to you turn down your radio dawn is coming run! every morning when the sun comes up as long as he can get up!get up! yeah i love you i love you a lot lighten up and pass the cup there's a thousand white tents on a thousand rafts all floating down there's a thousand fists and a thousand chests they come thundering down and the tears streaming for a thousand eyes streaming back beyond the white sheets that flap and fly oh tears of hunger there's a white tent that blows in the middle of a raft that floats down down the middle of a long and lonely dream or is it lovely? can't always tell... and the clearings pass like blowing scarfs the slightly familiar the slightly apart and the river never runs dry oh tears of open the white tent the raft the white tent the raft and one red leaf for my love...for your love |
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