natural grace a womans body knows the struggle hands deep in the soil know the same theres a wisdom that warfare lends to the soul and then selflessly draws back again but none of these touch or even come close to the lovely you look on this night more than a likeness to dawn or new birth just the moment the whole world went quiet a curly-haired boy , my son plays in the sand his mother knows his story by heart i was parking the car but there was no space so i earned a ticket and heard a dog bark its really not news to say 'this country is dead ' or to hear a pure saint curse the light but it wasnt like anything i ever heard sung just the moment the whole world went quiet theres a grace in the way the tide tumbles down this grace you cant trace , not at all not even a prayer you can point to or say since she kisses you after the fall so it happened that i was not hungry or angry not dreaming abyss or great height just sitting there idle , loving and laughing the moment the whole world went quiet a father 's farewell if they leave you alone to compose this song thank the good lord for everything gone wrong like the loss of your wife the dream of girls and boys in that day my son rejoice , rejoice , rejoice if they throw you a bone and say , 'go break a leg ' pretend for them my friend that you were born to beg then laugh until it 's true 'life is nothing more than toys ' in that day my son rejoice , rejoice , rejoice because there 's beauty in the bloodbath if the bullets are made of gold when the best you can do in all the world is orgasm and grow old and that 's hardly as lovely as learning how to fly in that day my son be glad that you can die then if your artwork strikes back screams just like a bitch and in spite of your silent prayers you get filthy rich well that 's alright too sometimes god likes to make noise in that day my son rejoice , rejoice , rejoice but when your hand starts to wither and your nightmares remark `` the human race is only hopeful when left out in the dark '' remember our conversations as if you really had a choice in that day my son rejoice , rejoice , rejoice because there 's beauty in the forest if the forest is pure flame when the least of these in heaven walk tall and without shame and that 's so much sweeter than learning how to cry in that day be glad my son you will never have to die all the time it would be nice to know what i did wrong since im trying to sing your favorite song but you never shoot straight from the hip so pin your lips with butter clips pretend were on the up and up ill love you till its time to start again but if i mispronounce the place where i first saw your face or confuse you with another or a dog pardon me , im not all here and i dont know the meaning of fear i tell it like it is all the time all of the time all of the time all of the time im nothing less than a shadow of your death and dancing never suited us like making love on the bus bumping where we should of learned to fly so you said you were happier in the midst of the blur brought on by a drug and something else but when we tried to recreate the event at the end of the night we were all spent then we both agreed it could never be the same still we tried time and again until the beginning of the bitter end and crying i laughed you to sleep all the time all of the time all of the time all of the time im nothing less than a shadow of your life and hate and fear and hope and lust and trusting all that never was waiting in vain for what had come and gone rocking to the melody but no longer just in our sleep we both sang deep and let let it be all of the time all of the time all of the time you 're nothing more than a shadow of my dream sour grapes you give me a vineyard , babe i 'll give you a grape you give me a kiss , just then i may love you all my days i do n't mean to suggest that that was a test i 'm simply trying to invest in what i know is safe because i gave my last lass my last dime and that dame left the state before i became irate sour grapes but no , not you , you 're so sweet the kind of girl i 'd like to meet if you give me a drum roll , darling i 'll bust a rhyme out on your beat clap your hands , laugh , stamp and dance then i must admit i 've been left with two left feet and my dancing days are through sour grapes girl i thought you knew but no , not you , you 're so sweet the kind of girl i 'd like to meet if you keep up that drum roll , baby i do n't mind if you do although i 'm deaf , dumb and mute i can see - and you 're so cute the kind of girl i 'd like to o i long to love you girl without restraint but my faith in man and all his kinds has kind of lost its strength now i just let it sag sour grapes so you can clip my toenails , lady if i can pull out your hair and i 'll give you a flower , lover if you pull out a mirror and point it here at my face because you know what i love and you know that i like sour grapes and we can rub-a-dub-dub in my bathtub tonight if you meet me here at my back porch at my back door you see it 's raining down cats and dogs and i 'm not too hip on getting wet but i can see you 've already been bit by a rabid dog in a maddened fit but when you arrive only knock twice because i might be asleep and you know what i want and you know that i need - beauty , beauty , beauty beauty and the beast the bitterness we all must reap in the name of love but no , not you , you 're so sweet the kind of girl i 'd like to o i long to love you girl without restraint still my faith in man and all his kinds has kind of lost its strength now i just let it sag sour grapes let me talk to you today about the pharisee one who desires to be free but refuses to take or break the bread for conscience sake for who knows what his hands might have touched or where the woman sitting next to him might have been let me talk to you today about the young republican burning , burning with rage on the right side of the stage dancing the witches ' sabbath with flaming virgins and old maids chanting , 'sour-sour-sour-grapes ' the kind of game we all must play in the name of blood blind-blind-blind man 's bluff where good is never bad enough still the cynics say , 'so what ? 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