RA(I)N

RA(I)N

 

All the artists have run to seminary school.

The Fort Apache in your head’s on fire.

Everybody’s sober; everybody’s cool.

I read poetry down the wire.

I keep a little radiation under my skin.

I’ve got the poisoner’s curse — never swallow again.

If you’re aching, if you’re unglued …

Jump jazz. Jive. James Joyce. Geronimo

 

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran 

boy that ran the rain

 

Even if you’re quiet, you can’t be good.

It’s a world of should/not/should.

Read everything under the roof

and you’re stabbed by the literal truth.

 

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran

boy that ran the rain

ran the rain

 

I think I’ve carved out my last invitation.

Let me out of here, this ain’t the station.

I strap on my sandals; I go to Rome.

Let go the handle; pick up 

pick up the phone …

pick up the phone.

 

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran the rain

I am the boy that ran

boy that ran the rain

 

(Life Underwater Music, 2007)

James O'Brien