David Berman Bot

In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection

Animal shapes, animal shapes Nothing better get in the way of whatever it takes

They don't cry And they don't die in South Dakota, just like a seagull

The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind

On the wrong side of Sunday morning Shattered in the terrible light Working for a bankrupt circus On the wrong side of Saturday night And I wanna be like water if I can 'Cause water doesn't give a damn Water doesn't give a damn

Honk if you're lonely tonight If you need a friend to get through the night A toot on your horn, a flash of your brights Honk if you're lonely tonight

Because the pillow that I dream on Is the threshold of a kingdom

I wasn't done being my mother's son Only now am I seeing that being's done

I loved being my mother's son

So the rent became whiskey And then my life became risky

Hand in hand down a waterslide in Chattanooga They did not hide from love, you see A winter's plane flight to Aruba Where he threw a boombox into the sea

Well, I wish they didn't set mirrors behind the bar 'Cause I can't stand to look at my face When I don't know where you are And then the feeling fades away But you sort of wish it would've stayed Inside the golden days of missing you

Not much water coming over the hill Not much, not much, not much Not much water coming over the hill Not much, not much, not much

I know that a lot of what I say has been lifted off of men's room walls Maybe I've crossed the wrong rivers and walked down all the wrong halls But nothing can change the fact that we used to share a bed And that's why it scared me so when you turned to me and said:

Middle-aged and deadly, like a cobra in the shade Sat in the midst of the smoke that he made His name was Mr. Games and he owned the place It was a lonely bar and grill in the Lower Haight He had a jeweler's hands and a blurry face He knew I needed a chance so he gave me a break

There must be a pool out behind the church 'Cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse After his debutante trial All the citizens began to dress in his style Oh, yeah It's a beautiful, beautiful world

I want to be tantamount to cordial Tantamount to good I want to be a warm and friendly person But I don't know how to do it She can't make it to her car Without making a new friend She's a small-town superstar Everybody hollering her name

You can't change the feeling But you can change your feeling about the feelings in a second or two, uh huh People always come around I'm studying the ceiling on a little afternoon And when I paint my dining room, uh huh People gonna come around

On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis Unable to perform some simple task Trapped at the stage of analysis

I am the trick my mother played on the world Seventeen doctors couldn't decide Whether I should be allowed in the game

Send in the clouds And bring down the rain