The Fine and the Weak

歌詞

The fine and the weak The spoils of life are both fine and weak A circus mirror for the grotesqueries we won't speak We won't speak that name, we won't name that wound All the songs that we sing have all come un-tuned It's all come un-tuned like a dancer's slip Like a drunken old captain down with the ship Gone down with the ship, as dust to dust To rejoin all the bones that preceded us They preceded us to the farther shore Where the wheel of fire won't spin anymore Won't spin or even light or even offer up change So farewell to the wild, unruly, and strange Unruly and strange, like the dreams we duck Like the black on the glass from the stack of a truck From the stack of a truck comes a hovering guilt Blacking in the white lines where somebody got killed Somebody got killed where the spool melts down Where the strip of our life comes fully unwound So fully unwound in an amber slick That when we try to walk through, our soles all stick Our soles all stick to the way we were And the less we know now, the more we once seemed sure Oh, we once seemed sure that the future was close As the father to the son to the holy ghost But the holy ghost plays unholy games He might blink with hope, but he bets with shame Yes, he bets with shame on an un-rollable rock Until there's no more dust left on anyone's clock Now, anyone's clock has a chance to be right And still we can't divine day without invoking night When we invoke night what we mean is the moon We feel the tides of our women in the ocean's womb In the ocean's womb every secret splays For the alphabet of history to spell its own days To spell its own days, to write its own wrongs To bend in the pitches of the un-tuned songs All the un-tuned songs, all the hollowed-out pelts All the unsung saints, and the way they all felt That's the way it all felt, when the patient and meek Finally came to inherit both the fine and the weak