The Dolorous Years - Årabrot

John Henry drove the rail spikes hard

And Jim Crow divided the ground

In brackish marshes

And podunk towns

I heard the legend of Enola Gay

And learned the rules of the marquess

It’s all buried in history now

So consider this a farewell

Farewell dolorous years

When I know the drift is taking me

I’m gonna draw devils out of passersby

I’m gonna expose the every-man

Whose emotions are dictated

Til it all comes spilling out

As sound, as smell, as image

As plea, as response

When the child was a child

It crawled up under silent covers

And went to sleep without a thought

Lead free of regrets

It’s closed eyes within

Lapses of memories

That let bygones be bygones

And dozed it off to sleep

Then I snap out of a dream

And find myself in circles of chaos

In depths below below depths

Part in light, part in shade

Oh, those dolorous years

The gulf where anything falls

Without any possible orientation

Within a place that separates