Tuesday, April 9, 2019

walk with me



Aly, walk with me in the summer
Aly, walk with me
Aly, walk with me in Portland
Aly, walk with me
Aly, walks with me in my dreams
So strange and true
Can I walk with you in Portland
Walk next to you

Aly, walk with me in New York City
Aly, walk with me
Aly, walk with me in the summer
Aly, walk with me
Aly, walk right out of my dreams
Into my arms
Aly, walk with me in the city
Aly, walk with me

Aly, step right out of my dreams
And kiss me goodnight
Aly, walk with me in my dreams
All through the night



She lives in this house over there, has her world outside it.
Grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth, she's five years old.
Thread worms on a string, keeps spiders in her pocket, collects fly-wings in
A jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line. she's got one friend
He lives next door, they listen to the weather, he knows how many freckles
she's got,
She scratches his beard. she's painting huge books, glues them together,
They saw a big raven; it glided down the sky, she touched it.
Today's a birthday, they're smoking cigars, he got a chain of flowers,
Sows a bird in her knickers, they're smoking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers.


Lyric



Lyric

Washington Phillips, 1929
Some of Us Are Haunted by Washington Phillips (New Yorker)

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