Cry - Cass McCombs

No gold for bards

No laurel enough to bushel into a bed

You tell me one thing and do the other- that’s weird!

No more cliche songs

Nothing less

Than every once

Of your heart

Though horses could easily pull me apart

No rhetoric and no gold for bards

Digging for carrots in the moonlight like an immigrant

Tearing through plastic bags like an addict

You tell me one thing and do the other- that’s weird!

Are you still listening?

I can’t do nothing for you, can’t you see I have no feet?

We’re like two peas in a pod- Netflix and die

Go on and cry

Go on and cry

You’re lost for the search for Agartha

You’re lost up your own ass

Lost in the oil rainbow’s blue purple shine

Lost in bad poetry

Lost in logic

Lost in a racist bourgeois town

They say the remedy for heartache

Is to drink actual gypsy tears

Is always adds up to the price of salt, why?

Go on and cry

Go on and cry

The ancients wrote it in the earth

And the good spirits all are drunk

Go on and cry

Go on and cry