uhf39/the beauty of rust

you paint your nails in petroleum then
consumed by yourself you seek oxygen
burn green signs black, i crack and bend
you suck from my mouth the air that i breathe
run your fingers along the length of my sleeve
you confess brilliance, but it’s darkness achieved
you sense my naked love, so move closer, within
and then you explode my belief like a kerosene tin
you burn me up, though my soul knows how to win
in the shell of this man, hear the sky like the sea
the rain that comes down regenerates, green
this life that surrounds me gives life to me...

you know, we've gathered outside a building for one obvious reason
i'd sped through canola to get here at the beginning of this season
flowers cover the bones of october and i know how you love the blue
so, as he's taking you away, though i'm watching, you know i don't want to
for the irony here is now you've gone, who will watch me make dreams
from my dreams?

and as i sped through canola to get here
a strange thought had occurred to me...
why did that thought occur to me?
would it keep you here with me? no

‘cause, you know, you rattled my cage the last time that we spoke
and the things you said to me were like sugar to a decaying tiger tooth
and so i made the move you suggested for the purpose of the truth:
there's something about the beauty of rust and the sun that blooms in the earth as
canola… here we're sucked up by a whirlwind of neon appearances and stars that
dissolve in dark solutions, you either stand here and watch or go up and spin
detached toward the dust from which you came, just another rural urban drifter
asleep in a railway yard, ever-longing for the blue...now you're out there,
somewhere, between two towns the government names nowhere

and as i sped through the canola to get here
a strange thought had occurred to me…
why did that thought occur to you?
did it keep you here with me? no

you know, we're gathered outside your house for one obvious reason
as the wind through the garden brings on rain to the beginning of this season
flowers cover the bones of october and i know you love…yes, i know you loved
i know you loved… the blue