The Wanderer
Kid A
there it was
as Jesus' body cooled
to a romantic claim on death
so it was
an infant star in an infant's sky
solar blooms, cities and dust
and so it goes
in a nod and a wink
war and famine,
thirst to drink
the oceans' afterbirth,
shrivel to a mere silver fish
and what to make
of all this... talk, and tongues...
of Towers, and ivory, trade
don't menschen it
Nietzsche is the blonde
drunk in my bed
glowing and angelic
I am near death
as Jesus' body cooled
to a romantic claim on death
so it was
an infant star in an infant's sky
solar blooms, cities and dust
and so it goes
in a nod and a wink
war and famine,
thirst to drink
the oceans' afterbirth,
shrivel to a mere silver fish
and what to make
of all this... talk, and tongues...
of Towers, and ivory, trade
don't menschen it
Nietzsche is the blonde
drunk in my bed
glowing and angelic
I am near death