Geoff Farina
Prick Up Your Ears
Steeples reach from canopiesDoors are locked, but marquees mark each diaosiEach one tells of heavens knellsBlessed resonance of the lesion bellsRedemption, no, it ain't easyBut I ain't gonna wait for your raptureFrom downtown dreadnoughts soundDecry for the destitute and desert-boundDry those tears, prick up your earsDrape the flags o'er their backs like bandoleersSome strum songs, and some sing, "Baby, you ain't gonna worry my mind no more"Grand parades, glimmerin' bladesShouldered straight to epaulets and accoladesGreat concord, swing your swordTestify with fife and horn, but I ain't playingNo, I'm singing, "Someday baby, you ain't going to worry my mind no more"
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