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It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger. And then leaning on your window sill he'll say one day you caused his will to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger. But now another stranger seems to want you to ignore his dreams as though they were the burden of some other O you've seen that man before his golden arm dispatching cards but now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter. You hate to watch another tired man lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker And while he talks his dreams to sleep you notice there's a highway that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder It's curling up like smoke above his shoulder. You tell him to come in sit down but something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close you shelter You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger It is you my love, you who are the stranger. Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter Well he talks like this you don't know what he's after When he speaks like this, you don't know what he's after. Let's meet tomorrow if you chose upon the shore, beneath the bridge that they are building on some endless river Then he leaves the platform for the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say ok the bridge or someplace later. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger. And leaning on your window sill he'll say one day you caused his will to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger.
(bkz: strangers in the night) (bkz: i never talk to strangers) (bkz: i m a stranger here myself)*
the rain falls down on last year's man, that's a jew's harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand. and the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw shadows on the wood. and the skylight is like skin for a drum i'll never mend and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man. i met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark oh one by one she had to tell them that her name was joan of arc. i was in that army, yes i stayed a little while; i want to thank you, joan of arc, for treating me so well. and though i wear a uniform i was not born to fight; all these wounded boys you lie beside, goodnight, my friends, goodnight. i came upon a wedding that old families had contrived; bethlehem the bridegroom, babylon the bride. great babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me, and bethlehem inflamed us both like the shy one at some orgy. and when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil that i had to draw aside to see the serpent eat its tail. some women wait for jesus, and some women wait for cain so i hang upon my altar and i hoist my axe again. and i take the one who finds me back to where it all began when jesus was the honeymoon and cain was just the man. and we read from pleasant bibles that are bound in blood and skin that the wilderness is gathering all its children back again. the rain falls down on last year's man, an hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand. but everything will happen if he only gives the word; the lovers will rise up and the mountains touch the ground. but the skylight is like skin for a drum i'll never mend and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man.
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