Rickie Lee Jones - Outside The Great Divide lyrics

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Rickie Lee Jones - Outside The Great Divide lyrics

Outside the great divide The dogs racked up about wild hangers The fleshy neighborhood is still the city The wire bled into chairs The chairs eaten by dogs waiting for a ride The cars humming and strumming the air With coarse teeth and hair I have learned what comes with you Dog man fleshy dog man And i l did not awaken this endless pain, this galactic hook up with the crucifixion, My single cell crusted in this prophet, i am the prophet, for the night And for the filthy warm pine and the dusty glance Of the day We meet Tangling our feet In the noisy closets Barking collars That miss Her when she's gone And bu*ton up when she comes near Every morning the dog Moaning and barking and humping a tree And last week i saw two black birds Out on the side walk Heaving Belly's up Claws locked Now the fire escapes wind up the brick Long notes From a dieing Leaving last words Every mattress, every napkin holder a cry That has crystallized Because there is a sun I know god through sands Torn into long strands And i can sing My legs around you My tongue into you Surrender too Our shame, our despair, our reason and patience You, father, lover, wordless musics, inside boy Traffic addicts, sound bound, trying to be careless With ecstasy The time that binds our Fleshy lives Our aces in the tree Swinging With the muscle of the sea Climbing Rubbing p**y on the bark Climbing Up up up Slipping down climbing up Slipping down For gods pleasure The whole thing, man, the whole thing Writing it Going back and rewriting it From here The fleshy here to there I throw up all day from the deep It pulls on my deep and i swoon I cannot drive I cannot remember I place the wrong words in the places i spoon I will be airborne soon Pregnant Inhuman, fleshy home, inhuman In this pleasure of fleshy unity I seek god i chew the leaves around the picnic table I come in close to british guests I lick my husband as he walks by I am the monitor, the mantis, the anchor Celebrating This fleshy life