Inspired and adapted in part by "You are My Friend" by Lorine Niedecker
Don't purify the water.
I provide grapes and peaches
for mein Schatzie -
forget to mend my boots!
Nothing in it but my hand.
No erected temple.
No shields are built for battle
like his armor for love!
Though I've been primed for fighting
get tired of being tough!
And I've had enough!
In the turmoil raise my banner high
exit through a golden channel.
Though my daugher-peaks are lofty,
none shall make it through.
ten thousand men,
and I think of you.
Codify your cowardice in "terms"
though you fill my fishing kit with worms.
how I wriggle at the words.
To think that I could love him.
released June 15, 2013
music, lyrics, piano, guitar, recorder, vocals - Julia Hatamyar
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