Grand Dark Feeling Of Emptiness

well i felt like i was born today

so i took it upon me to go away

to gather my thoughts and go away

where i could (be used by) somebody

now over the hill, like always you know

were billy and frankie and henry and joe

and they beat and broke me hard and slow

to prove i was nobody

and no one i was and so i remained

knocked-out in a hut, no mother, no name

and filled up my heart with one and the same

that grand dark feeling of emptiness

and was it a friend that turned me loose

or was it a girl come to baste my goose

or was it my great god who laid on his finger

and started my clock anew

ah no, it was rain

ah no, it was gunning

it was point break and buckle

and singing and cunning

that skinned me, re-skinned me

and started me running

and i never looked back from then on

and now i am learning bit by bit

about to make and model shit

the muddy bowl i live in it

and all the mucks that tire us

and im afeared if i dont have

a piglet, lamb, or little calf

ill chop my humanness in half

and be as worm or virus

but kids ive had and they are sung

upon folks ears my babes are hung

rhythmically they live among

and grow but dont get old

not in a box, not in a void

not if their voice is never heard

nor if no one repeats a word

but if their tune is told

then we can age and fall away

to meet again some golden day

and fill it in our happy way

in starlight and in gold