From the recording Song-of-the-Week
Lyrics
corpses full of ovum
and coffins full of semen
infant possibilities that never came to breathing
debriefing this debris-thing
in which my mind was steeping
while walking I was sleeping
a really dark and deep thing
and you happened on me, streetside
on this downside of amazing
in a weak phase of the moon for me
you caught me in your upswing
so swung into the arms of you
a shotput at your shoulder
you hold her, she's not heavy
just a gently worn out sister
and your love letter launches me
into the day from which I had been holding back
your love letter launches me
into the day from which I had been holding back
there is nothing like a brother
there's nothing like a neighbor
nothing like the unexpected
lovely daily savior
a nothing-doing comfort
no effort in its labor
your eyes tell me a thousand jokes at once
and though we haven't spoken
your love letter launches me
into the day from which I had been holding back
your love letter launches me
into the day from which I had been holding back
your love letter launches me
into the day from which I had been holding back
your love letter launches me
into the day from which I had been holding back