Don't take this flower for an ocean. A breeze is blowing from over the sea. In a life that lies beyond us yet The notes upon The blue guitar Were things exactly As they are.
Don’t speak of all our greatness. A torch is dying under the ground, Our vaults and structures come crashing down. The Earth, for us Is something rare; Half in shadow, All that’s there.
Don’t dream of life under amber, Of shells cracking, dry in the air, Become a class of things that are: A blue guitar A set of stars Or those exactly Who they are. credits released 26 April 2014 Song written and performed by me. Lyrics by myself, cleanwhiteroom, and Wallace Stevens. Additional vocals by Allison Stock. Mastering by elementals.