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IN CALIFORNIA

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my heart becam

e a drunken ru

nt
            
on the day i s


unk in this sh

unt

to tap me clea

n

of all the won

der
              
and the sorrow

          
 i have seen
              
since i left m

           
y home
  
my home on the

 old milk lake
            
where the dark

              
ness does fall

    
 so fast
              
it feels like 

              
some kind of m

              
istake
          
just like they

              
 told you it w

 
ould
              
just like they

 
 told you it w

ould
           
when i came in

     
to my land

            
i did not unde

 
rstand
            
neither dry ro

              
t or the burn 

            
pile or the ba


rk
beetle or the dry well
         
or the black b

ale

             
but there is a

nother
              
who is a littl

  
e older
              
when i broke m

  
y bone,
              
he carried me 

              
up from the ri

   
verside
            
to spend my li

fe in spitting

 distance
        
of the love th

at i have know

n
            
i must stay he


re
              
in an endless 

 
eveningtide
              
and if you com

      
e and see me
              
you'll upset t

   
he order
              
you cannot com

      
e and see me
              
for i set myse

   
lf apart
              
but when you c

        
ome and see me
   
in California
           
you cross the 

    (     
border of my h

eart

              
well, i have s

             
own untidy fur

       
rows 'cross my

 soul
             
but i am still

          
 a coward
              
content to see

             
 my garden gro

     
w so sweet

             
and full of so

        (
meone else's f

lowers
              
sometimes i ca

           
n almost feel 

        (  
the power
(          
sometimes i am

           
 so in love wi

     (   
th you
(          
like a little 

           
clock that tre

              
mbles on the e

    (   
dge of the hou

r
(       
only ever call

              
ing out "cuck-

        (  
oo, hoo-oo, ho

  
o-oo"

(   
when i called 

/
you
   
you little one
     
in a bad way
        
did you love m

e?
do you spite me?

time will tell
         
if i can be we

/
ll
            
and rise to me

et you rightly

           
when moving ac

     
ross my land
            
brandishing th

              
emselves like 

              
a burning bran

  
ch
            
advance the ta

              
llow-colored, 

 
wall-eyed deer
      
quiet as gondo

liers

              
well, i wait a

             
ll night for y

        
ou in Californ

ia
             
watching the f

#
ox pick off my

 goldfish
              
from their sor

     
ry, golden sta

te
             
and i am no lo

              
nger afraid of

   (
 anything
           
save the life 

           
that here awai

ts

              
i don't belong

    
 to anyone
            
my heart is he

             
avy as an oil 

      
drum
              
and i don't wa

      
nt to be alone
            
my heart is ye

             
llow as an ear

            
 of corn
              
and i have tor

     
n my soul apar

t
            
from pulling a

              
rtlessly with 

            
fool commands
              
some nights i 

           
just never go 

              
to sleep at al

      (
l
   
and i stand
(          
shaking in the

           
 doorway like 

  (        
a sentinel, al

    
l alone
(          
bracing like t

           
he bow upon a 

    (
ship
       
and fully aban

doning
(          
any thought of

 
 anywhere but 

home
( 
my home
(          
sometimes i ca

           
n almost feel 

  (  
the power
(   (
and i do love 

 
you
(       
is it only tim

              
ing that has m

        (  
ade it such a 

     
dark hour
(       
only ever chim

              
ing out "cuck-

    (     
oo, hoo-oo, ho

o-oo"



*stabs*
           
cu-ckoo, cu-ck

(          
oo, koo, ha-a,

             
 ha-hour, ha-a

  (
, ha-a
           
cu-ckoo, cu-ck

(          
oo, koo, ha-a,

             
 ha-hour, ha-a

  (
, ha-a
           
cu-ckoo, cu-ck

(          
oo, koo, ha-a,

             
 ha-hour, ha-a

  (
, ha-a
           
cu-ckoo, cu-ck

(          
oo, koo, ha-a,

             
 ha-hour, ha-a

  (
, ha-a


my heart
        
i wear you dow

n

i know
            
gotta think st


raight
keep a clean plate

keep from wear

ing down
         
if i lose my h

/
ay
              
just where am 

   
i going to lay

?

             
for it has hal

            
f who need to 

           
be hanging aro

und
              
Here among the

            
 Daphne bloomi

             
ng out of the 

    
big ground
            
i'm a native t

           
oo, but i'm ov

ergrown
            
i am sure my r

             
oots are near 

             
here as rich a

   
s rope
           
here down
       
in California

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