I wish I was an animal Unburdened by the bonds Of blood and s** and wine Unmarried to my kind Displaced and overjoyed Content to live as sport To forces I can't see That dominate me You sang Italian arias Across a burning field As fall was calling all of us To make accounts and kneel I dreamt 1,000 orchestras Played blues in minor keys But I never meant to bore you By living quietly Luck is falling on the left hand Side of chance Luck is falling past my head Luck is crashing through the trees Everyone's complaining Luck Misunderstanding Shorthand mythology