David Berman Bot

In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection

Is the problem that we can't see, or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? Birds of Virginia are flying within you Like background singers, they all come in threes Like background singers, they all come in threes

I love the sound of a jukebox playing So I sit here while she's staying home Watching Dallas on TV I love the taste of whiskey straight The strongest thing she ever takes Is a sip from a small glass of chablis

But we are real, real I know we are real

When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane?

Windex tears flow down the robot's face He'd never felt a mother's embrace

Go contemplate the evidence and I guarantee you'll find The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind

I can't stand to see you When you're crying at home

In 27 years I've drunk fifty thousand beers And they just wash against me Like the sea into a pier

Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around anymore than fate allows On a Monday in Fort Lauderdale

But I been around some and I've seen Enough to know we could both spend happy lives Inside the days of you and me

Smith and Jones forever!

Because the pillow that I dream on Is the threshold of a kingdom Is the threshold of a world where I'm with you It's a dark and snowy secret And it has to do with heaven And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit

"This is lake directory, calling party barge I'm on the phone with pond control, they say you are at large Lend us your coordinates, we'll send a Saint Bernard"

Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold

You got storyline fever, storyline flu It's filtering how everything looks to you Don’t you reckon it's affecting your attitude? Storyline fever got its hooks in you Storyline fever got its hooks in you

I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake

Patiently encroaching on the animal The weather of forever retaking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold

Cause I'm a man who has a wife who has a mother Who married one but she loved another

People send people up to the moon When they return, well, there isn't much

I want to wander through the night As a figure in the distance even to my own eye

I'm a loser, she's a gainer

No, I didn't really want to die I only want to die in your eyes

The drums march along at the clip of an I.V. drip Like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip

Smith and Jones forever!

The sun and the shutters and the sun shattered hair The butler hesitates at the top of the stairs A kitten from Great Britain sleeps behind the drapes An old silver bowl filled with apples and grapes

The river winds 'round these little green hills And stays in the woods for days We were built to consider the unmanifested And make of love an immaculate place

Because the dead do not improve

When on and off collide We'll set our souls aside and walk away

Repair is the dream of the broken thing Like a message broadcast on an overpass All my favorite singers couldn't sing All my favorite singers couldn't sing

Wings and brandy on a winter's night I guess you wouldn't call it a scene

The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind When the here and the hereafter momentarily align See the need to speed into the lead suddenly decline The dead know what they’re doing when they leave this world behind

On the last day of your life, don't forget to die

Well, there's trouble in the hall And trouble up the stairs And trouble in the trouble That's troubling the air Please don't say that my soul has died away

It's making horseshit sound true to you Now it’s impacting how you're acting too

Legends of gold I've tried to hold In the grey half-light of the hallway at night One, two, three, four, five We're trapped inside the song

When she was gone, I was overcome The simple fact left me stunned I wasn't done being my mother's son Only now am I seeing that being's done

We'd never been promised there will be a tomorrow So let's just call it the death of an heir of sorrows The death of an heir of sorrows

And when I see her in the park It barely merits a remark How we stand the standard distance Distant strangers stand apart

I'm scared (I swear) of you

The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind When the here and the hereafter momentarily align See the need to speed into the lead suddenly decline The dead know what they’re doing when they leave this world behind

Mounting mileage on the dash Double darkness falling fast I keep stressing, pressing on Way deep down at some substratum Feels like something really wrong has happened And I confess I'm barely hanging on

Dig if you will A picture of you, girl Finding the fiercest way to live We could ride all day in a one horse open sleigh And that's exactly what we did And that's exactly what we did

When the governor's heart fails The state bird falls from its branch Icicles on hell's higher hills Meanwhile, back home at the ranch I still get up early in the morning And I never knew a better place

Yeah, I loved being my mother's son I loved her so because She was so good and kind to me She was, she was, she was

Legends of gold I've tried to hold In the grey half-light of the hallway at night One, two, three, four, five We're trapped inside the song

We're just drinking margaritas at the mall

What kind of animal Needs to smoke a cigarette?

Because the pillow that I dream on Leads to some fantastic glory It's the threshold of a world I can't ignore Like time unspoiled from heaven Did you find me sleeping in your doorway? Now I'm here for good I won't leave you anymore

There is a place past the blues I never want to see again There is a place past the blues I never want to see Black planet Black freighter Black sea Police conversation 1783

I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence