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10.06.2012

we don't eat



If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
There's nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I'd rather be working for something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved

I moved to the coast, under a mountain
Swam in the ocean, slept on my own
At dawn I would watch the sun cut ribbons through the bay
I'd remember all the things my mother wrote

That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust

Two thousand years, I've been in that water
Two thousand years, sunk like a stone
Desperately reaching for nets
That the fishermen have thrown
Trying to find, a little bit of rope

Me I was holding, all of my secrets soft and hid
Pages were folded, then there was nothing at all
So if in the future I might need myself a savior
I'll remember what was written on that wall

That we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you, I'd have a little trust

Am I an honest man and true
Have i been good to you at all
Oh I'm so tired of playing these games
We'd just be running down
The same old lines, the same old stories of
Breathless trains and, worn down glories
Houses burning, worlds that turn on their own

So we don't eat until your father's at the table
We don't drink until the devil's turned to dust
Never once has any man I've met been able to love
So if I were you my friend, I'd learn to have just a little bit of trust

~ lyrics and music by James Vincent McMorrow

xxx

6 comments:

goatman said...

Unless the purpose of the lyric "never once has any man I've met been able to love" is to present a metaphor which shot clear across the top of my head -- which is entirely possible -- I feel sorry for this fellow. Hell, bring him on; I'll love him!
And I think that I have learned to trust, thank you.

red dirt girl said...

I just liked the song, goatman .....

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Though I concede that line juxtaposed to the one about trust makes absolutely no sense to me at all.

Trust, for me, is a work in progress.

And while my mother never said those words, it was true: we never ate before my father sat at the table.

And no, he is not a man who is able to love.

xxx

goatman said...

Trust but verify is my motto -- who said that first?
I liked the tune as well and am happy to learn that I am not the only one to not understand the intent of someone's lyric.
I am sad to learn that he was not able to love, but I'm not sure I believe that.

Geeze, go to bed . . .

red dirt girl said...

this is a bad time to be talking about fathers and their ability/ inability to love. can we just leave it at that?

and i'm a night owl. on my days off i tend to sleep through the day and stay up through the night.

rudawy said...

That's me...