I have a pile of hats

in the corner of our room

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I lie alone in the muddy field

I lie upon my back

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On my back I watch the sky

The birds, the planes, the clouds bring rain

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I wear a hat to shield my eyes

I cannot take much more surprise

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Come round the back of the straw haystack

And lie down flat upon you back

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The sun is shining in my eyes

Today my fear of dying dies

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Exhaustion, absolution and confusion

The angels revolve around the sun

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The hat I choose is a brand new one

Marsupials in baggies, the origin of species

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Where’s C.D. when you need him?

and where’s my old double barrelled gun?

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I layed here on my back for seventeen hours

Through wind and sun and icy-cold showers

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There’s nothing to be done nowhere I can go

Only petals for my ears, white pills for my fears

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My hats are none the greater, or sooner or the later

I can see a Jacob escalator climbing up to heaven

© edenbraytoday 05.04.2021