I mistook God for a prison guard
Eating my candy cigarettes
And letting my mind go in strange patterns
While kneeling at the foot of my bed
And all the corpses of his saints were scattered
In the corners of my bedroom like wrinkled clothes
And I believed that Christ was nailed to the ceiling fan
And the cold air was haunted by his holy ghost
And I looked at hell kind of like the basement
Of my neighbors two doors down;
Leather whips hung up on walls all painted black
And I remember listening to my mom read the bible
Forming shapes in my mind so strong and vivid
I dreamed of sailing zoos and skies raining reptiles
And I begged her to let me stay up late
And I never ate the apples from the high kitchen counter
In fear I’d damn the human race forever
And we piled into church and I let those Sunday hymns
Sink into me like warm apple cider
And the devil would visit me and the kids on my street
And beg us to steal candy from the corner shops and flee
And when those warm fluffy clouds hovered above
I wondered “what could this mean?”
And on the fourth of July the neighbors talked
As I drew pink crosses on their driveways with chalk
And my dad lit off mortars he bought from some Indians
That lived west of town in their trucks
And all the kids would fight wars with bottle rockets
And we’d each wake up with missing limbs
And with no hands to pray I just squinted my eyes
And pictured some ancient bush burning
And gazing into those curious flames
A voice loud and deep called out my name
And how I wanted to dive into that mesmerizing fire
And gaze upon his kingdom
credits
from Bedroom Music,
released May 4, 2010
Wyatt- Vocals, guitars, piano, bass, bowed symbols
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