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Friday Music: To do the things she does best…


Because sometimes even non-jam band folks can appreciate a well written Phish song.

“Heavy Things”

Things are falling down on me
Heavy things I could not see
When I finally came around
Something small would pin me down
When I try to step aside
I move to where they’d hoped I’d beVanessa calls me on the phone
Reminding me I’m not alone
I fuss and quake and cavitate
I try to speak and turn to stoneTilly reaches through my vest
To do the thing that she does best
She probes and tears my ventricles
Steals my one remaining breathThings are falling down on me
Heavy things I could not see
When I finally came around
Something small would pin me down
When I try to step aside
I move to where they’d hoped I’d be

Stumbling as I fall from Grace
She needs my vision to replace
Her ailing sight throughout the night
Leaving two holes in my face

Mary was a friend I’d say
’til one summer day
She borrowed everything I owned
And then simply ran away,

Things are falling down on me
Heavy things I could not see
When I finally came around
Something small would pin me down
When I try to step aside
I move to where they’d hoped I’d be

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This entry was posted on August 22, 2014 by in Music, Uncategorized and tagged , , .

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