ferrydust

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong
and Joseph’s brother sold him down the river for a song
and Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm in his glove—some things you do for money, and some you do for love love love.

Raskalnikov felt sick, but he couldn’t say why,
when he saw his face reflected in his victim’s twinkling eye.
Some things you do for money, and some you’ll do for fun,
but the things you do for love are gonna come back to you one by one.

Love love is gonna lead you by the hand into a white and soundless place.
Now we see things as in a mirror, dimly,
then we shall see each other, face to face.

And way out in Seattle, young Kurt Cobain snuck out to the greenhouse—put a bullet in his brain.
Snakes in the grass beneath out feet, rain in the clouds above,
some moments last forever, but some flare out with love love love.