Dream Song 14 - John Berryman

[intro] [Instrumental interlude] Life, friends, is boring. [Bridge] We must not say so. [Bridge] After all, the sky flashes... the great sea yearns... we ourselves flash and yearn... and moreover my mother told me as a boy - repeatingly - (Ever to confess you’re bored means you have no Inner Resources.’)... [Bridge] I conclude now I have no inner resources, because I am heavy bored... [Instrumental interlude] [Pre Chorus] Peoples bore me... literature bores me... especially great literature [Bridge] Henry bores me... with his plights & gripes as bad as achilles... who loves people and valiant art... which bores me. [Bridge] [Chorus] And the tranquil hills... & gin... look like a drag... and somehow a dog has taken itself & its tail considerably away... into mountains or sea or sky... leaving behind... me, wag. [Instrumental interlude] [End]