Blackwaterbaby
Blackwater baby born on a boat
put down the anchor and now you wont float
blackwater child with mud in your toes
wade thru the shallows where nobody knows
who is your mother,your father,your friend?
blackwater child when your sweet childhood ends
dont put your boots on,dont part your hair
dont go to town,you have relatives there
they'll scrub you and kiss you and put you
to bed,you'll awake with a job and a pain
in your head. Go down to the meadow,Go down to
the glen,go deep in the forest it's filled
with your friends,the birds and three bears
and the fairies who fly,with a whoop and
a yelp and no good reason why
just run from the fetters of civilization
fade out in the glow of your lost generation
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