mirror, o'er there on the wall
can't you hear be breathing?
every day's been seeming
like deeper in a dream and i don't know no more
if you asked if i could care
i'd say 'no i'm sorry'
i've wasted all my worries
on occasional flurries of some soft despair
don't dare ask where my head's at
when i'm not self-important
'cause i got more of those tricks
in a trunk of superstitions
in dimly lit partitions of my mind out back
Track Name: Rake (Townes Van Zandt)
i used to wake and run with the moon
i lived like a rake and a young man
i covered my lovers with flowers and wounds
my laughter the devil would frighten
the sun she would come and beat me back down
but every cruel day had its nightfall
i'd welcome the stars with wine and guitars
full of fire and forgetful
my body was sharp the dark air clean
outrage my joyful companion
whispering women how sweet did they seem
kneeling for me to command them
time was like water but i was the sea
i wouldn't have noticed it passing
except for the turning of night into day
and the turning of day into cursing
well you look at me now and don't think i don't know
what all of your eyes are saying
'does he want us to believe these ravings and lies?
they're just tricks that his brains' been playing
a lover of women he can't hardly stand
he trembles he's bent and he's broken'
well i've fallen it's true but i say unto you
'hold your tongues until after i've spoken'
i was taking my pride in the pleasure i'd known
i laughed and said 'i'll be forgiven'
but my laughter turned 'round eyes blazing and said
'my friend, we're holding a wedding'
i buried my face but it spoke once again
'the night to the day we're a-binding'
and now the dark air is like fire on my skin
and even the moonlight is blinding