no hard rain

by Pete Jon

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1.
friday night on the avenue you don't know this city like I do all the roads laid out like limbs and the past is the past and I know we can never win but I've had enough had enough I don't even need your love put it down in a country tune cold sweat in the soft glow of the moon and my bed is a carousel I get nowhere turning all night the thought of you maybe there is a mystery some voice from the void that could render it happy but I work my world in a livery I got no god who can mend miraculously and I've had enough had enough I don't even need your love I swear now I had enough spent up been chewing this one over a while; it's tough there's a trombone on the radio there's a band of angels singing in my ear and I've had enough I don't even need your love all the signs are pointing home go back to your room, peter think what you've done with a bottle of booze and a fine comb funny as hell the lengths we can run for the same old days in the same old sun I'm the same old child with my same old loves I could tear it up! I could smoke it out! I could cut this cord! it could be undooooooooooone yeah! saw your face on the morning news they were asking what you make of a war we were bound to lose and your eyes light up like a live wire cut from the roof of a house we would never use maybe there is a mystery some grace in the heart of the God of our Family but I know your love--I feel it keen it rots by the side of the road I'm walking and now I've had enough had enough I don't even need your love had enough spent up been sleeping now on this one a while; it's rough there's a soft bleed in my memory there's a little demon hovering at my ear and I've had enough I don't even need your love
2.
meet me where the mouth meets the icon meet me there--I want to feel your skin there where the carcasses stretch around the orifice it's true, I am one of them call me up when I am feeling horny in the hour between the dog and the wolf help me to remember it's the ritual that renders it it's true, I am one of them meet me in the middle! how could I believe in anything unclean as resurrection? but I can meet you bodily grasping at anomalies it's true, I am one of them though I am so far away from family am I still the fruit of that proud tree? would you meet me in the shame I feel the country and the name I steal away-- but I am one of them meet me in the shadow! take me by the skin! feel me up in blessed dissolution! the poet is beset by form the sculptor does away with words it's true--and I am one of them what became of jesus? you shepherd with a knife you gardener with nuclear abandon I WANT TO FEEL YOUR FEELING PLEASE THE SPECTER OF YOUR SOFT DISEASE IT'S TRUE--AND I'LL BE ONE OF THEM
3.
I'm out on the edge of town it's where I feel it most-- the life in my limbs the glory of my ghost I left behind almost all of my kind will I cut the cord? will I watch you die? do you talk to jesus? does he make you smile? does he call you on the phone? does he call you his child? my sister is a mother now my brother is a priest but I ain't looking for a family or a god to give me peace I made my line I cut it into the membrane and it tells my feet where to wander and it gives my heart all it needs do you talk to the devil? he isn't real you know he's just a shadow that you cast in the good lord's glow I'm out here in orbit at the edge of a worldly sphere I don't know if forgiveness can reach me out here I've been unkind but I ain't never been untrue I wield my tongue like the weapon you made me but I wouldn't lie to you do you talk to mary? tell her hi from me I used to need her love now I don't need anything have you heard from joseph? no, he ain't really around I mean, I know he did his best and all but he was clumsy as a clown
4.
(take what you want from me whatever grace I can give) I've been setting down my boundaries desire to the north, skin to the east your hands at the west, your face to the south wayward tongue, open mouth what you want from me? I am cellophane you can see right through the membrane and the plastic void where we love each other I will share with you in the heat of the summer (take what you want from me whatever grace I can give) my god, I know, who can compare? there's a hollow in my heart--leave it there where we work magic out of nothing it's a new sorrow, an old beginning whatever grace I can give in the moment-- the moment's a desert; the portal is open and I shroud myself in comedy brave laughter, an underpinning (take what you want from me whatever grace I can give) I've been working out my old beliefs it's a price we pay to get free and I've pruned it back and I've burnt it out and I've let down my family what you want from me? I am copper wire I transmute the wave of your desire and I hide myself inside your walls and eventually I spark a fire (take what you want from me whatever grace I can give)
5.
no hard rain is gonna fall no hard rain is gonna fall there is no inevitability to it all at all there is no hard rain gonna fall not everything that rises will converge there may not be a dancing at this dirge our work may be too weak, too slow, too small there may be no hard rain gonna fall we must move swiftly, they are propping up a wall and it threatens to enwreathe us all though we work uncertain or darkly underground we built it, we can burn it down there may not be a rider on a horse let this sink in: there is no matter of course and regardless of what victories befall there is no inevitability to it all at all our work may be too weak, too slow, too small or ripple out in tongues from the scratch of a scrawl our giant may be wakened, mad, and tall our chickens may return to roost at the mall where there may be no hard rain we must move swiftly-- they are propping up a god they are puppeting his rage, his reck, his rod we must feed flickers wherever they be found we built him, we can burn him down we built him, we can burn him down you can hear all hell, how sickly it is sounding the call and the hunger of a hopeful flame for a pall and there will be no hard rain

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released April 5, 2017

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Pete Jon is a singer-songwriter and collaborative producer in the DIY tradition.

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