The wind is pushing the clouds along / Out of sight
A power is putting them away / A power that moves things neurotically
Like a widow with a rosary
Everything is awing and tired of praise / Mountains donât need my accolades
Spring looks bad lately anyway / Like death warmed over
And the bantam is preening madly / Waiting for the light of day
And all I want to do is to make love
To y o u
With a careless mind
With a careless careless
Who careâs whatâs mine?
We call it Spring though things are dying
Connected to the land like a severed hand
I see our house on a hill on a clear blue morning
When I am out walking my eyes are still forming
The door I walk through and I see
The true Spring is in you
The true Spring is in you
My wide worlds collide / And mind-wide words collide
And seasons kaleidoscoping
And all I want to do...
All I want to do is to make love to you
In the fertile dirt
In the fertile dirt
With a careless mind
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- Have Fun With God
- Dream River
- Apocalypse
- Rough Travel for a Rare Thing
- Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle
- Score! 20 Years Of Merge Records
- Miscellaneous
- Day of the Dead
- Rough Travel for a Rare Thing (Live)
- Uncut: The Best of 2011
- Nicolas Jaar - Essential Mix
- The Bad Seeds Jukebox
- Woke On a Whaleheart
- Diamond Dancer
- Uncut: The Playlist May 2007
- Loving Takes This Course: A Tribute to the Songs of Kath...
- Mojo Presents: New Harvest
- Crayon Angel: A Tribute to the Music of Judee Sill
- Musikexpress 124: Sounds Now!
- Daytrotter Session