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PALE BLUES
School for the deaf. School for the blind.
If I'm going to hell, I'll take my precious time.
Look here, red on a rose. Blue on the sky.
I am crazy for the lady, look into my diamond eyes.
So blue. My pale blues.
Pale, pale blues.
Pour til I say. Plowing my veins to the brim.
Full of spirits, had it up to here with pain.
I am skipping winter; skipping the cold
like a stone full of spirit. I am dry as hope.
Full of blue. Pale blues.
Pale, pale blues.
Just like a flash of a twinkling eye,
lightning flicks its wrist to dye the open sky.
Drying it up; water it down.
There's a hole in the bucket, Henry said with a frown
full of blue. The pail blues.
Pale, pale blues.
Little biddy with the crystalline teeth.
My god, did my old lady throw away my favorite jeans?
They were blue as the ocean, they were old as the trees,
and they fit just like a river in the deep blue sea.
Bare blue. My pale blues.
Pale, pale blues.
Red or yellow, uppers and downs,
nothing's ever quite as bad as it sounds.
Come on, listen closely, note over note.
I have stared almost directly at the human soul.
And it's blue. Pale blue.
Pale, pale blues.
All blue. Pale blue.
Pale, pale blues.
DAS - Memphis, Tennessee, USA
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