It’s Saturday morning
And I’m about to fry an egg
I’m limping from the bed
I got a pain in my leg
I’m thinking about my sorrows
And how they’re really not that bad
I’d give you all my tomorrows
If there were any to be had
Thunderstorms come
In the morning unexpected
God’s justice and mercy
And Christ resurrected
Your eyes and your words
Burn a hole in my dreams
The things that you don’t say
What is and what seems
It’s Saturday morning
And I’m frying this egg
I’m standing at the stove
I got a pain in my leg
Charley horse?
Splendid.
Where’s the harmonica bridge?
Otherwise, I’d love to see this set to music.
My thoughts, exactly.
Perhaps Good Country People’s long-anticipated double concept album – “The Well” – the story of a group of alienated folk stars who lower themselves into a cistern of whiskey to hide from their fans…
JOB
Because of course you aren’t the first to experiment with eggs…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7pkOZ5n6PQ
JOB