nattvardsgästerna

one time i tried to sing about spring and a storm
but you know how it goes

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah
all along

but all the rain comes down the same, falling to from where it came
on the ground then back around up into the sky

i wish you could have heard the music when the clouds growled overhead
i finally felt enthusiastic....
i finally felt alive

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah
so you said

(would it please you to listen to thunder instead?)


man the rain came down that day and it drained my soul away
and i wondered why i even bothered to try


we have so much left to sing
there’s a storm for every spring
all you see and you and me became from a star

create until nothing is left to create and the universe bursts with an overworked sigh then pretend to pretend to re-crown the creation and sing the same thing ‘til the clouds start to cry and then
over and over and over again and then

over and over and

never again....