Rider-Okkervil River

[00:12.34]Baby's ball is all blood red of flayed pigs [00:17.27]And silk soft little things [00:20.33]Fill a house hung from strings [00:23.77]And I fly out on my silver, scissoring wings [00:30.53]With the other sardines [00:33.77]Over cities of things mommies need [00:37.27]Light as gas, and half-assedly free, [00:44.27]Like I was in nineteen ninety three. [00:52.21] [00:54.96]Over the ruins like we're staggering apes. [00:57.12] [00:59.80]What we get's what we take [01:04.24]In a split open place where a man can get kinged [01:09.60]In a palace of panic and flames [01:14.07]Where nobody gets blamed by the tired, [01:17.20]And broke down, and beat. [01:23.60]In sunken gardens where there was a street. [01:34.42] [01:35.87]West over water I rambled and paced, [01:40.94]And the blood river raced like the sweat down my face. [01:47.63]And the stadium roared, and the warriors embraced. [01:54.64]And the golden shore groaned beneath the weight of my tastes. [02:01.60]And I blazed in the last orange hours of the day, [02:11.47]Until the dust hazed and hid us away. [02:19.33]Little baby, be brave. [02:22.09]I see your dad riding over the rise, [02:28.21] [02:32.59]Crashing his whole cavalcade through the crowd. [02:37.66]Watch them run on all sides. [02:38.02] [03:09.43]The neon white branches, [03:11.19]And the carrion fly [03:12.02]On a congressman's eye [03:15.15]I have wrapped up for you in some old autumn leaves, [03:21.90]And left under a rock out on Rockaway Beach, beneath the trees. [03:31.62] [03:32.80]I have laughed my best hiss to the whistling breeze. [03:37.62]There's a hole in my throat. [03:42.63]You can note my last wheeze if you need. [03:49.49]Then take hold of the rope [03:52.55]And down we scream.