No tongue in the bell And the fishwives yell But they might as well be
mute So you get to keep the pictures That don't seem like much Cold
white keys under your fingers Now you're thinking "That's no
substitute It just don't do it Like the song of a warm, warm
body Loving your touch"
In the court they carve your legend With
an apple in its jaw And the women that you wanted They get their
laughs Long silk stockings On the bedposts of refinement You're too
raw They think you're too raw It's the judgement of the moon and
stars Your solitary path Draw yourself a bath Think what you'd like to
have For supper Or take a walk A park A bridge A tree A
river Revoked but not yet cancelled The gift goes on In silence In
a bell jar Still a song ... You've got to shake your fists at lightning
now You've got to roar like forest fire You've got to spread your light
like blazes All across the sky They're going to aim the hoses on
you Show 'em you won't expire Not till you burn up every passion Not
even when you die Come on now You've got to try If you're feeling
contempt Well then you tell it If you're tired of the silent
night Jesus, well then you yell it Condemned to wires and
hammers Strike every chord that you feel That broken trees And
elephant ivories Conceal
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