(Daniel Dale Johnston)
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in clusters we move through a farm
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somewhere far off the thunder roaring
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and the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child
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sometimes I climb high up in a tree
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and let the wind blow in my face
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sometimes I leave my cares lying in piles
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somewhat disturbing
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is the sound of her singing
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when you know you don't deserve it
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you're not here today
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I feel just like an empty eggshell
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my yoke is heavy
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my yoke is heavy
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my voice is a little horse
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galloping lost through the woods
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calling your name
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it's new to me
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but just the same
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the earth is an old canvas painted over many times
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the poet rambles
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the world it scrambles
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but who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men
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your shadow knows
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it's right behind you all the way
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your shadow knows where you've been
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my yoke is heavy
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my yoke is heavy
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my yoke is heavy
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sacred is the smile
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that opened up my mind
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and asked me come save me
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and rid my cold cold heart
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of the dark deep gloom
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that took up so much room
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and my many spacious memories
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my yoke is heavy
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my yoke is heavy
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my yoke is heavy
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My Yoke Is Heavy
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| Sparklehorse |
