All you colored shirts hang just as you had left
And you office door’s closed, just as you had said.
All your Dylan tapes stay unplayed and go untouched
And your poetry books are closed and collecting dust.
“Throw it away”, so they tell me, “to help with the hurt”.
Not for my world.
Their grass dries, and moons rise, and clocks tick, and sun’s lit,
On this earth, not my world.
supported by 97 fans who also own “Springtime and Blind”
I bought Youth a while back and thought to myself that this was the best thing ever, couldn't forget about it, always singing with it at the top of my lungs. Must admit, with Everybody is going to heaven, I fell out, the style really wasn't my jam, but with this one, man, the emotions in these songs are strong, the instruments are spot on, and man, the vocals! This is an amazing album, keep it up guys. SlashedSucubus