I'm 'piphany rambler I ramble all day 'Piphany rambler Don't take these blues away Up is lovely Down is too It's its own peculiar labour When you're not able to Lay in the fire a while Lay in the fire a while Lay in the fire a while Lay in the fire a while Don't sleep Don't sleep Don't sleep And then sleep Tore a cloud and three birds fell Three birds fell and then it rained We crawled upside that mountain Down its ass and back again This tiny garden that we tend Where flowers bloom like accidents Let’s lay awhile and slowly wend Through days as long as nights we spent hanging on Great furrows in the pavement Where our hooves strove to leap Square men in the courtyard Engines idling We've seen those impossible mountains We’ve seen that upward rain Entire bibles full of broken things Dark and wide as empty graves Thunder said to the lightning "Let your good-foot swing Go down to the valley And shine your light on everything" Lightning said to thunder "Go on swinging like the pounding rain Swing your blues like a hammer Ride your boy like a shuddering train Go on, swing the ocean full Go on swing the bending trees Swing it with a heart that bursts And shine your light on everything Let your good-foot swing and shake And shake, and shake, and shake!" I'm 'piphany rambler I ramble all day Epiphany rambler Don’t take these blues away Up is lovely Down is too It’s its own peculiar labour When you're not able to Lay in the fire a while Lay in the fire a while Lay in the fire a while Lay in the fire a while Don't sleep Don't sleep Don't sleep And the sleep I've heard tell at the boring gates of hell that There ain't nothing dear But there is too much dear But there is too much dear Yeah there is too much dear...