Outside The Great Divide Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones

outside the great divide 

the dogs racked up about wild hangers 

the fleshy neighborhood is still the city 

the wire bled into chairs 

the chairs eaten by dogs waiting for a ride 

the cars humming and strumming the air 

with coarse teeth and hair 

i have learned what comes with you 

dog man fleshy dog man 

and i l did not awaken this endless pain, this galactic hook up with the crucifixion, 

my single cell crusted in this prophet, i am the prophet, for the night 

and for the filthy warm pine and the dusty glance 

of the day 

we meet 

tangling our feet 

in the noisy closets 

barking collars 

that miss 

her when she's gone 

and button up when she comes near 

every morning the dog 

moaning and barking and humping a tree 

and last week i saw two black birds 

out on the side walk 

heaving 

belly's up 

claws locked 

now the fire escapes wind up the brick 

long notes 

from a dieing 

leaving last words 

every mattress, every napkin holder a cry 

that has crystallized 

because there is a sun 

i know god through sands 

torn into long strands 

and i can sing 

my legs around you 

my tongue into you 

surrender too 

our shame, our despair, our reason and patience 

you, father, lover, wordless musics, inside boy 

traffic addicts, sound bound, trying to be careless 

with ecstasy 

the time that binds our 

fleshy lives 

our aces in the tree 

swinging 

with the muscle of the sea 

climbing 

rubbing pussy on the bark 

climbing 

up up up 

slipping down climbing up 

slipping down 

for gods pleasure 

the whole thing, man, the whole thing 

writing it 

going back and rewriting it 

from here 

the fleshy here to there 

i throw up all day from the deep 

it pulls on my deep and i swoon 

i cannot drive 

i cannot remember 

i place the wrong words in the places i spoon 

i will be airborne soon 

pregnant 

inhuman, fleshy home, inhuman 

in this pleasure of fleshy unity 

i seek god i chew the leaves around the picnic table 

i come in close to british guests 

i lick my husband as he walks by 

i am the monitor, the mantis, the anchor 

celebrating 

this fleshy life