Augie March - Pennywhistle lyrics
rate meJust an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way, <br>I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay, <br>A ring of effusia settled on the city like a vision of the future <br>Before the scales fell away, <br>A vision of the future looking more than just okay, <br>A good feeling <br>Yes, just a good feeling <br>And it only happens now and then - <br>Out of the mouth of a black dog, <br>Out of the terrors of 3 am, <br>Out of the dark and whispering fen, <br>I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again. <br> <br>So I hollered up to Jill, <br>"Come down from the mountain, your ears are 'a burning, <br>My speech is a fountain, it's been another long year <br>But you know I'm not counting, <br>I dreamed you like you dreamed me, <br>O the bomb dreamed the fuse and the drowner dreamed the sea", <br>What a strange feeling... <br>Yes, it?s a strange feeling <br>And it only happens now and then - <br>Out of the mouth of a black dog, <br>Out of the terrors of 3 am, <br>Out of the dark and whispering fen, <br>I was blind then I could see, now I'm blind again. <br> <br>Most of the Aegean Sea rushes into my bedroom and glitters for me, <br>The hills of Gallipoli all throw up their bones for my industry, <br>So I build from the charnel the ale house, <br>I build from the tomb a palace of dreams, <br>That old barren rockface got silver seams for a miner of middling means, <br>Singing poems of dissolution and schemes - <br>My penny whistles, lo! <br> <br>Now I summon up Jack, sat up on the hill, <br>The wrong kind of music, the wrong kind of pill, <br>Impotent as a potato but still pleading "Give it up Mary, <br>But not by degrees..." <br> <br>A portrait of Jack, a study in sin, well I knew of myself before I knew of him, <br>Now even I couldn't tell ya just who it is asking <br>"Give it up Mary, but not by degrees, <br>Give it up Mary, your virtue, please..." <br> <br>Into the mouth of a black dog - I go <br>Into the terrors of 3 am - I go <br>Into the dark and whispering fen - I go <br>I was blind then blind again <br>Into the mouth of a black dog - I go <br>Into the terrors of 3 am - I go <br>Into the dark and whispering fen - I go <br>O what beast has my name on its snaggle tooth, <br>And eternal slobber for my finishing youth? <br>My penny whistles low.
