Augie March - The Good Gardener (Oh How He Fell) lyrics

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Augie March - The Good Gardener (Oh How He Fell) lyrics

Here sits a once good gardener Pale as a shadow of a doubt Once a happy dweller of a garden good Once a sleepy sinner, once cast out To the sea where the crossy eyed maids Murmur low do you see, do you see Where the doubts cross his shadow Drowned and amoral, I pollinate the coral And reek of the deep Where I've tended the water weed I was once your good gardener Sing to bring on spring I know where your good gra** grows I know what your boyfriend knows I was your good gardener I saw twilight car waxers, corpulent dog walkers Clean canny couples on the sunset strip From a tower forty miles to the east of Augusta Saw a plague on the Indian a'coming on a wind ship You were in the garden when the wind swept up And took the foul words from your mouth Now you know what your sarcasm really really means It's the tearing with your teeth of the flesh From the bones of your brother k** the shrub to fertilize the flower Did I hear you saying that the form doesn't matter Well form into matter, the matter is forever But only in a good garden Black rock bound in the Brighton bowl Where the seas of desolation roll Where you're borne and borne and borne in again To the pebble feather shore of forgotten friends Think how you can't see the science Without seeing first the self But then nobody thinks Of growing somebody else And how the sun, hungry sun Holds the withered, withered world So why shouldn't I kiss The beautiful girl? When I was her good gardener Sing of the summer sham O, see them grow tall, see them in their rot See them go to seed in the cemetery plot I was your good gardener Sing to bring on spring O, ice of winter would crackle And splinter with my love in everything Ice of Winter would crackle And splinter with my love in everything I was your good gardener The sea is stark and lovely And it scares me to the point of rapture I was your good gardener Of some good stature The sea is stark and lovely And it scares me to the point of rapture I was your good gardener Now I can barely look at ya