Lyrics to Lord, Let Me Be A Pastry Chef
On the first day, I rode the only horse I've ever ridden
And I gave the command, "Come on, let us be light"
And we rode along slick tracks and dry beds of rivers
And I learnt about freedom in straight lines
And the horse looked me eye level, solemn and marble
Soft like a storm cloud, and strong as a fight
And I felt for the first time the difference of livin'
Versus running around, killing flies
I know the book, I know it well
I threw it out to bеcome myself
On the nеxt day, they arrested a woman in Cape Town
Just for lookin' a white man straight in the eye
And she faced him a sign said: "Stop killing my sisters"
Oh, seven a day and seven each night
Anger above and anger below
I welcomed it to become myself
I welcomed it to become myself
On the third day, I leant over and kissed a whole woman
And it made me habitable, land and sea
And furnished my body with bees like a summer
And I became water, and I became trees
Soluble love, wet enough to grow
I sought it out to become myself
I sought it out to become myself
On the fourth day, they told me my brother was dying
Or at least, he was trying to do it himself
And the phone rang incessant, but no one would answer
So I sat on the table to ascend from hell
Sun, Moon and stars, will you ring the bell?
And rule me out to become myself
Oh, rule me out to become myself
On the fifth day, I planted a field full of magpies
And I asked them to multiply, silly and wild
Now they sing to me every morning, an ocean
A brilliant way to remain a child
Music abounds and feathers in rows
I look at you and become myself
I look at you and become myself
On the next day, I read that they're hiring for pastry
A chef with the language of butter intact
And I thought about all of the options of money
And how animals all are in search of a fact
How art is enough, but not much to sell
How I'd give all I own to become myself
I'd give all I own to become myself
On the last day, I finished the book I was reading
And I lay on my back in the sickening glow
And I thought of the words I had used in my lifetime
And how poetry tells you what you need to know
How it stops you when you are trying to go
Holy the day, and normal the realm
There is no god like some knowledge of self
Holy the day, and normal the realm
I worship the act of leaving the shell
Of listening closely to what tries to yell
Of becoming myself and wishing you well
And I gave the command, "Come on, let us be light"
And we rode along slick tracks and dry beds of rivers
And I learnt about freedom in straight lines
And the horse looked me eye level, solemn and marble
Soft like a storm cloud, and strong as a fight
And I felt for the first time the difference of livin'
Versus running around, killing flies
I know the book, I know it well
I threw it out to bеcome myself
On the nеxt day, they arrested a woman in Cape Town
Just for lookin' a white man straight in the eye
And she faced him a sign said: "Stop killing my sisters"
Oh, seven a day and seven each night
Anger above and anger below
I welcomed it to become myself
I welcomed it to become myself
On the third day, I leant over and kissed a whole woman
And it made me habitable, land and sea
And furnished my body with bees like a summer
And I became water, and I became trees
Soluble love, wet enough to grow
I sought it out to become myself
I sought it out to become myself
On the fourth day, they told me my brother was dying
Or at least, he was trying to do it himself
And the phone rang incessant, but no one would answer
So I sat on the table to ascend from hell
Sun, Moon and stars, will you ring the bell?
And rule me out to become myself
Oh, rule me out to become myself
On the fifth day, I planted a field full of magpies
And I asked them to multiply, silly and wild
Now they sing to me every morning, an ocean
A brilliant way to remain a child
Music abounds and feathers in rows
I look at you and become myself
I look at you and become myself
On the next day, I read that they're hiring for pastry
A chef with the language of butter intact
And I thought about all of the options of money
And how animals all are in search of a fact
How art is enough, but not much to sell
How I'd give all I own to become myself
I'd give all I own to become myself
On the last day, I finished the book I was reading
And I lay on my back in the sickening glow
And I thought of the words I had used in my lifetime
And how poetry tells you what you need to know
How it stops you when you are trying to go
Holy the day, and normal the realm
There is no god like some knowledge of self
Holy the day, and normal the realm
I worship the act of leaving the shell
Of listening closely to what tries to yell
Of becoming myself and wishing you well
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