[00:12.84]What we built, at the kiln that won’t be stilled
[00:20.65]Did not set well:
[00:23.50]The old veil of desire
[00:26.87]Like the vessels that we fired
[00:31.90]Fell thin as eggshells
[00:33.79]And every season, somebody burns
[00:37.29]Downtown, taking turns–
[00:39.97]Taking a bus, to take a train and just plain vamoose
[00:44.63]Now the wind blows coals over the hills. Honey
[00:47.84]I’ve been paying my bills
[00:50.85]But honey it’s been a long time since I’ve come to any use
[00:55.96]And it hurt me bad, when I heard the news
[00:58.63]That you’d got that call, and could not refuse
[01:01.86](A goose, alone, I suppose, can know the loneliness of geese
[01:05.37]Who never find their peace, whether North, or South, or West, or East, West or East;
[01:07.61]And I could never find my way
[01:19.48]To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
[01:26.54]Till the needing had ceased.)
[01:31.65]Recently, a bottle of rye, and a friend, and me
[01:39.44]On our five loose legs
[01:42.52]Had a ramble, and spoke
[01:46.26]Of the scrambling of broken hopes, and goose eggs
[01:53.10]And of a stranger, long ago
[01:56.32](Not you, honey! You, I know.)
[01:58.53]We just spoke of broken hopes and old strangers
[02:03.15]Now the wind blows coals over the sea. Tell you what, honey:
[02:10.59]You and me better run and see if we can’t contain them, first
[02:14.15]But you had somewhere that you had to go
[02:16.89]And you caught that flight out of Covelo
[02:20.48]Now, overhead, you’re gunning in those Vs
[02:25.27]Where you had better find your peace
[02:28.16]Whether North, or South, or West, or East
[02:33.54]West or East
[02:37.10]And I had better find my way
[02:39.42]To being the kind of friend you seemed to need in me
[02:44.50]At last (at least)
[02:47.60]What’s redacted will repeat
[02:50.50]And you cannot learn that you burn when you touch the heat
[02:55.60]So we touch the heat
[03:01.20]And we cut facsimiles of love and death
[03:03.84](just separate holes in sheets
[03:06.85]Where you cannot breathe, and you cannot see)
[03:09.96]And I cannot now, for the life of me, believe our talk –
[03:14.72]Our flock had cause to leave
[03:18.20]But do we?
[03:21.91]Do we?