In California
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My heart became a drunken runt
On the day I sunk in this shunt,
To tap me clean
Of all the wonder
And the sorrow I have seen,
Since I left my home:
My home, on the old Milk Lake,
Where the darkness does fall so fast,
It feels like some kind of mistake
(Just like they told you it would;
Just like the Tulgeywood).
When I came into my land,
I did not understand:
Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile,
Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
Nor the black bear.
But there is another,
Who is a little older.
When I broke my bone,
He carried me up from the riverside.
To spend my life
In spitting-distance
Of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
And if you come and see me,
You will upset the order.
You cannot come and see me,
For I set myself apart.
But when you come and see me,
In California,
You cross the border of my heart.
Well, I have sown untidy furrows
Across my soul,
But I am still a coward,
Content to see my garden grow
So sweet & full
Of someone else's flowers.
But sometimes
I can almost feel the power.
Sometimes I am so in love with you
(Like a little clock
That trembles on the edge of the hour,
Only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo").
When I called you,
You, little one,
In a bad way,
Did you love me?
Do you spite me?
Time will tell if I can be well,
And rise to meet you rightly.
While, moving across my land,
Brandishing themselves
Like a burning branch,
Advance the tallow-colored,
Walleyed deer,
Quiet as gondoliers,
While I wait all night, for you,
In California,
Watching the fox pick off my goldfish
From their sorry, golden state--
And I am no longer
Afraid of anything, save
The life that, here, awaits.
I don't belong to anyone.
My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
And I don't want to be alone.
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
And I have torn my soul apart, from
Pulling artlessly with fool commands.
Some nights
I just never go to sleep at all,
And I stand,
Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel,
All alone,
Bracing like the bow upon a ship,
And fully abandoning
Any thought of anywhere
But home,
My home.
Sometimes I can almost feel the power.
And I do love you.
Is it only timing,
That has made it such a dark hour,
Only ever chiming out,
"Cuckoo, cuckoo"?
My heart, I wear you down, I know.
Gotta think straight,
Keep a clean plate;
Keep from wearing down.
If I lose my head,
Just where am I going to lay it?
(For it has half-ruined me,
To be hanging around,
Here, among the daphne,
Blooming out of the big brown;
I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
I have choked my roots
On the earth, as rich as roe,
Here,
Down in California.)
On the day I sunk in this shunt,
To tap me clean
Of all the wonder
And the sorrow I have seen,
Since I left my home:
My home, on the old Milk Lake,
Where the darkness does fall so fast,
It feels like some kind of mistake
(Just like they told you it would;
Just like the Tulgeywood).
When I came into my land,
I did not understand:
Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile,
Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
Nor the black bear.
But there is another,
Who is a little older.
When I broke my bone,
He carried me up from the riverside.
To spend my life
In spitting-distance
Of the love that I have known,
I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
And if you come and see me,
You will upset the order.
You cannot come and see me,
For I set myself apart.
But when you come and see me,
In California,
You cross the border of my heart.
Well, I have sown untidy furrows
Across my soul,
But I am still a coward,
Content to see my garden grow
So sweet & full
Of someone else's flowers.
But sometimes
I can almost feel the power.
Sometimes I am so in love with you
(Like a little clock
That trembles on the edge of the hour,
Only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo").
When I called you,
You, little one,
In a bad way,
Did you love me?
Do you spite me?
Time will tell if I can be well,
And rise to meet you rightly.
While, moving across my land,
Brandishing themselves
Like a burning branch,
Advance the tallow-colored,
Walleyed deer,
Quiet as gondoliers,
While I wait all night, for you,
In California,
Watching the fox pick off my goldfish
From their sorry, golden state--
And I am no longer
Afraid of anything, save
The life that, here, awaits.
I don't belong to anyone.
My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
And I don't want to be alone.
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
And I have torn my soul apart, from
Pulling artlessly with fool commands.
Some nights
I just never go to sleep at all,
And I stand,
Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel,
All alone,
Bracing like the bow upon a ship,
And fully abandoning
Any thought of anywhere
But home,
My home.
Sometimes I can almost feel the power.
And I do love you.
Is it only timing,
That has made it such a dark hour,
Only ever chiming out,
"Cuckoo, cuckoo"?
My heart, I wear you down, I know.
Gotta think straight,
Keep a clean plate;
Keep from wearing down.
If I lose my head,
Just where am I going to lay it?
(For it has half-ruined me,
To be hanging around,
Here, among the daphne,
Blooming out of the big brown;
I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
I have choked my roots
On the earth, as rich as roe,
Here,
Down in California.)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.85] My heart became a drunken runt
[00:25.00] On the day I sunk in this shunt,
[00:32.73] To tap me clean
[00:35.32] Of all the wonder
[00:39.76] And the sorrow I have seen,
[00:43.22] Since I left my home:
[00:48.46] My home, on the old Milk Lake,
[00:57.00] Where the darkness does fall so fast,
[01:02.19] It feels like some kind of mistake
[01:07.65] (Just like they told you it would;
[01:15.88] Just like the Tulgeywood).
[01:21.69] When I came into my land,
[01:28.65] I did not understand:
[01:37.54] Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile,
[01:41.34] Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
[01:44.84] Nor the black bear.
[01:52.84] But there is another,
[01:56.48] Who is a little older.
[02:00.54] When I broke my bone,
[02:02.31] He carried me up from the riverside.
[02:08.27] To spend my life
[02:10.43] In spitting-distance
[02:12.02] Of the love that I have known,
[02:15.94] I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
[02:24.36] And if you come and see me,
[02:28.17] You will upset the order.
[02:32.99] You cannot come and see me,
[02:35.78] For I set myself apart.
[02:40.83] But when you come and see me,
[02:44.32] In California,
[02:49.08] You cross the border of my heart.
[02:57.78] Well, I have sown untidy furrows
[03:00.70] Across my soul,
[03:02.30] But I am still a coward,
[03:05.46] Content to see my garden grow
[03:07.83] So sweet & full
[03:09.76] Of someone else's flowers.
[03:13.02] But sometimes
[03:14.45] I can almost feel the power.
[03:19.95] Sometimes I am so in love with you
[03:28.98] (Like a little clock
[03:31.07] That trembles on the edge of the hour,
[03:36.86] Only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo").
[03:44.17] When I called you,
[03:48.66] You, little one,
[03:52.42] In a bad way,
[03:56.51] Did you love me?
[03:58.15] Do you spite me?
[04:01.34] Time will tell if I can be well,
[04:12.28] And rise to meet you rightly.
[04:17.45] While, moving across my land,
[04:25.69] Brandishing themselves
[04:28.52] Like a burning branch,
[04:33.28] Advance the tallow-colored,
[04:36.54] Walleyed deer,
[04:41.38] Quiet as gondoliers,
[04:48.05] While I wait all night, for you,
[04:50.63] In California,
[04:53.47] Watching the fox pick off my goldfish
[04:58.97] From their sorry, golden state--
[05:03.06] And I am no longer
[05:06.06] Afraid of anything, save
[05:11.76] The life that, here, awaits.
[05:18.85] I don't belong to anyone.
[05:21.77] My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
[05:26.62] And I don't want to be alone.
[05:29.59] My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
[05:34.63] And I have torn my soul apart, from
[05:37.55] Pulling artlessly with fool commands.
[05:42.54] Some nights
[05:43.88] I just never go to sleep at all,
[05:47.03] And I stand,
[05:50.52] Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel,
[05:54.84] All alone,
[05:57.80] Bracing like the bow upon a ship,
[06:02.18] And fully abandoning
[06:06.47] Any thought of anywhere
[06:08.72] But home,
[06:10.23] My home.
[06:14.22] Sometimes I can almost feel the power.
[06:21.31] And I do love you.
[06:28.49] Is it only timing,
[06:30.71] That has made it such a dark hour,
[06:35.43] Only ever chiming out,
[06:38.17] "Cuckoo, cuckoo"?
[07:11.85] My heart, I wear you down, I know.
[07:24.42] Gotta think straight,
[07:25.62] Keep a clean plate;
[07:29.88] Keep from wearing down.
[07:33.29] If I lose my head,
[07:39.60] Just where am I going to lay it?
[07:45.23] (For it has half-ruined me,
[07:47.66] To be hanging around,
[07:51.36] Here, among the daphne,
[07:53.59] Blooming out of the big brown;
[07:58.32] I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
[08:05.48] I have choked my roots
[08:08.78] On the earth, as rich as roe,
[08:12.56] Here,
[08:14.93] Down in California.)
[08:28.23]
[00:25.00] On the day I sunk in this shunt,
[00:32.73] To tap me clean
[00:35.32] Of all the wonder
[00:39.76] And the sorrow I have seen,
[00:43.22] Since I left my home:
[00:48.46] My home, on the old Milk Lake,
[00:57.00] Where the darkness does fall so fast,
[01:02.19] It feels like some kind of mistake
[01:07.65] (Just like they told you it would;
[01:15.88] Just like the Tulgeywood).
[01:21.69] When I came into my land,
[01:28.65] I did not understand:
[01:37.54] Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile,
[01:41.34] Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well,
[01:44.84] Nor the black bear.
[01:52.84] But there is another,
[01:56.48] Who is a little older.
[02:00.54] When I broke my bone,
[02:02.31] He carried me up from the riverside.
[02:08.27] To spend my life
[02:10.43] In spitting-distance
[02:12.02] Of the love that I have known,
[02:15.94] I must stay here, in an endless eventide.
[02:24.36] And if you come and see me,
[02:28.17] You will upset the order.
[02:32.99] You cannot come and see me,
[02:35.78] For I set myself apart.
[02:40.83] But when you come and see me,
[02:44.32] In California,
[02:49.08] You cross the border of my heart.
[02:57.78] Well, I have sown untidy furrows
[03:00.70] Across my soul,
[03:02.30] But I am still a coward,
[03:05.46] Content to see my garden grow
[03:07.83] So sweet & full
[03:09.76] Of someone else's flowers.
[03:13.02] But sometimes
[03:14.45] I can almost feel the power.
[03:19.95] Sometimes I am so in love with you
[03:28.98] (Like a little clock
[03:31.07] That trembles on the edge of the hour,
[03:36.86] Only ever calling out "Cuckoo, cuckoo").
[03:44.17] When I called you,
[03:48.66] You, little one,
[03:52.42] In a bad way,
[03:56.51] Did you love me?
[03:58.15] Do you spite me?
[04:01.34] Time will tell if I can be well,
[04:12.28] And rise to meet you rightly.
[04:17.45] While, moving across my land,
[04:25.69] Brandishing themselves
[04:28.52] Like a burning branch,
[04:33.28] Advance the tallow-colored,
[04:36.54] Walleyed deer,
[04:41.38] Quiet as gondoliers,
[04:48.05] While I wait all night, for you,
[04:50.63] In California,
[04:53.47] Watching the fox pick off my goldfish
[04:58.97] From their sorry, golden state--
[05:03.06] And I am no longer
[05:06.06] Afraid of anything, save
[05:11.76] The life that, here, awaits.
[05:18.85] I don't belong to anyone.
[05:21.77] My heart is heavy as an oil drum.
[05:26.62] And I don't want to be alone.
[05:29.59] My heart is yellow as an ear of corn,
[05:34.63] And I have torn my soul apart, from
[05:37.55] Pulling artlessly with fool commands.
[05:42.54] Some nights
[05:43.88] I just never go to sleep at all,
[05:47.03] And I stand,
[05:50.52] Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel,
[05:54.84] All alone,
[05:57.80] Bracing like the bow upon a ship,
[06:02.18] And fully abandoning
[06:06.47] Any thought of anywhere
[06:08.72] But home,
[06:10.23] My home.
[06:14.22] Sometimes I can almost feel the power.
[06:21.31] And I do love you.
[06:28.49] Is it only timing,
[06:30.71] That has made it such a dark hour,
[06:35.43] Only ever chiming out,
[06:38.17] "Cuckoo, cuckoo"?
[07:11.85] My heart, I wear you down, I know.
[07:24.42] Gotta think straight,
[07:25.62] Keep a clean plate;
[07:29.88] Keep from wearing down.
[07:33.29] If I lose my head,
[07:39.60] Just where am I going to lay it?
[07:45.23] (For it has half-ruined me,
[07:47.66] To be hanging around,
[07:51.36] Here, among the daphne,
[07:53.59] Blooming out of the big brown;
[07:58.32] I am native to it, but I'm overgrown.
[08:05.48] I have choked my roots
[08:08.78] On the earth, as rich as roe,
[08:12.56] Here,
[08:14.93] Down in California.)
[08:28.23]