Dan Bejar - Spanish Gold, 2044 lyrics

"oh, we are nothing But what our words leave behind Are worth the raiment of the sun" Sighed Palinurus, humming 'Bird on a Wire' Eyeing the cloth of the son "thus we are nothing but what our words leave behind." Thus, collect your poetries and incantations In a bullet for the ride I haven't read them I will not read them for they dwell too much on signs Thus, the desert deserts thee I left this bullwhip by the nightstand Julliard was a thousand miles ago Where you gonna run when the clouds break? And the sun peeks his eye With attitude and rye And you're set upon and lost Feeling that the pain of ages rocks Feeling that the pain of ages rots rocks Feeling that the pain of ages rocks Hex signifiers, iambic petrifiers And Roman sh** that we have left behind I'm gonna plumb the white pages Rocking the pain of ages Looking at your graceless depictions of light Though, when there's nothing left to read There shall be nothing left to write That's when i get on board and drop I left this bullwhip by the nightstand And Julliard, you were a thousand miles ago When you said it drops Or you're feeling that the pain of ages rocks Feeling that the pain of ages rots rocks Feeling that the pain of ages rocks Oh, all they own they see All they own they see Oh, the rain's got to fall Oh, the rain's got to fall