Terrance Hayes - The Blue Terrance lyrics

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Terrance Hayes - The Blue Terrance lyrics

If you subtract the minor losses, you can return to your childhood too: the blackboard chalked with crosses, the math teacher's toe ring. You can be the black boy not even the buck- toothed girls took a liking to: the match box, these bones in their funk machine, this thumb worn smooth as the belly of a shovel. Thump. Thump. Thump. Everything I hold takes root. I remember what the world was like before I heard the tide humping the shore smooth, and the lyrics asking: How long has your door been closed? I remember a garter belt wrung like a snake around a thigh in the shadows of a wedding gown before it was flung out into the bluest part of the night. Suppose you were nothing but a song in a busted speaker? Suppose you had to wipe sweat from the brow of a righteous woman, but all you owned was a dirty rag? That's why the blues will never go out of fashion: their half rotten aroma, their bloodshot octaves of consequence; that's why when they call, Boy, you're in trouble. Especially if you love as I love falling to the earth. Especially if you're a little bit high strung and a little bit gutted balloon. I love watching the sky regret nothing but its self, though only my lover knows it to be so, and only after watching me sit and stare off past Heaven. I love the word No for its prudence, but I love the romantic who submits finally to s** in a burning row- house more. That's why nothing's more romantic than working your teeth through the muscle. Nothing's more romantic than the way good love can take leave of you. That's why I'm so doggone lonesome, Baby, yes, I'm lonesome and I'm blue.