Eliot
By Sarah Slean
Album: Blue Parade

armies and ice
and dirty green
newspapers shovels
sand on the breeze
i think of Eliot
when I smell the street
and it's sometimes wise
just to shut your eyes

workers and lovers make their living space neat
bent out of shape over what to eat
I dream of Eliot
but I am discrete
'cause it's sometimes wise
just to shut your eyes

how sure
how right
can anyone be
on sight
i said i had hope
i lied

the city in winter
the sewage the steam
you fill buildings with people
and they rip at the seams
and somebody's suffering infected my dreams and dont they know
its just my old soul

how sure how right
can anyone be
on sight
i said i had hope
I lied
i like so calm
so wise
give him the Nobel prize
he said he had hope
he lied

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