the timboucher experience

Ragged and slow,
we went to the chapel
to wait.
An old man there
handed me a note
that read:

THE THINGS
NEED ONLY
THEMSELVES.
GET YOURSELF
READY.
GO.

So I followed a deer into the forest
thinking it was love
and chased on after it
wholeheartedly.
Meanwhile, she disappeared
silently, like smoke
leaving no trail.
But I can sense her still…
I must wait
and be quiet.

A slender reed
pushes itself slowly
out of the ground.
Nearby, coffins lie closed
for as many centuries
as they can.
Maybe the stone
rolled away
on its own.
Maybe not - I don’t know.
Things might be a bit clearer
up in that tower.

Oh, for the days
when we were
easy and free.
Your teeth bit like diamonds,
but never cut me.
While I slow rot
from the inside out,
my eyes spinning round
like globes.
There truly is no rest
for the wicked,
is there?

My hungry wings open,
waiting for wind to come.
Beating back tears,
listen to me go on.
You must be tired.
Go to bed.
We can talk
in the morning.
There are towels
in the closet.
You’re safe now,
you’re home.

Why do I always
have to be the one
who wanders?
Oh, how its been a long day.
It’s been a long day.
My lord, I’m tired.
Wait, she whispers.
Don’t fall asleep yet.
There is much still
to be won
tonight.
We have so much left
to be thankful for.
But you know,
sometimes I really wonder
how other people
manage to get by
on a day-to-day basis.

I mean, maybe I’m
just weak.
Maybe I’m just lazy.
But don’t it seem
like this world’s
finally gone crazy?
And if I ain’t go you, baby…
Well, then I’ll wait
and maybe
just maybe -

Old souls go on
and if in another lifetime
I meet you
and don’t seem to recognize -
Please, take the time
to remind me
(Take your time)

Until then, amen
and goodbye.
The days they change,
but some things
they stay the same.
So please don’t report me
for feelin like I do.
I know it’s illegal,
but I love you -
I honestly do.

When we went
back to the country
to reconnect
with our roots,
we found that the treee
had been cut down,
harvested for parts.

Oh, what a pity
Oh, what a shame
No accusations
No one to blame.

Got nothing else to lose
and nowhere to be
til late spring.
Maybe it’s time
to go hillwalking,
take to the greenwood.
We can live like outlaws,
wander the countryside
in disguise
healing the sick,
casting out demons.
Raise us up a nation,
of freed men and women…

Oh, you leader of thousands;
Oh, you roving kings
and queens in exile;
Oh, you lonely, holy
men and women:
Why do we do it all
to ourselves?
Again and again.

Talk to me
oh, you intelligent angels.
Sing me your songs.
Tell me your stories.
And if you need someone
to remember them for you
well, I can - I can.
I’m a poor man
in a rich man’s world.
I have learned to stick
to the low places.
Yes, it’s true
I fall in love
easy, fast and often -
and that’s how I know
you gotta keep
workin on it.

I spent what I had,
and it sure cost me.
At least I never said,
I could cover your debts.
Least I never tried,
to be your Jesus Christ
and save you
from yourself…
Cause what then
would there be left to love?
Still sometimes I worry,
how much of love
must be a matter of convenience?
I’m an inconvenient person
and I don’t want you
to have to need me.

Either way, congratulations
on finally setting yourself free.
Oh, how I have squandered
the advice of my fathers.
Oh, you lost generation -
It sure takes a long time,
don’t it?
To fall seven miles
down into darkness?
Oh, you ugly blessings,
ugly blessings.
By that I mean I don’t believe
we were sent here
only to suffer -
cause why bother?
Why bother,
my brother,
my friend?

And oh, don’t the darkness
start to make you feel good?

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