Your Name/my Game

take off when my dog comes a-running to bite

and as they sit on their branches to watch the game

they're chanting your name

the crows at the game, they chant your name

and as i drive home listening to kimya's record on K

there's this deer with its little ones in the field off the freeway

and it's teaching its fawns who are still a bit lame

to chant your name

the baby deer still lame, they know your name

[go andré]

and the birch trees and the pine trees behind the summer house

they raise their voices when the cigarette drops from the city boy's mouth

and when they're shit-scared that a mighty fire could start with a tiny flame

man, they call out your name

shit-scared of a tiny flame, even the trees call your name

and the baboon, and the baboon in the cage at the mercy of scientists

he is brave and he's a-showing his teeth to resist

and despite all the drugs that they are using to tame

him, he's a-shouting your name

the baboon that no-one can tame, he's a-shouting your name

to the scientists who feel no shame, he's a-shouting your name

and when i'm lost again, well i do the same

i shout your name

(and now we're gonna slow down a little)

(a little more)

(we call it a song)