Tonart: G minor
Verse 1
Gm
Cm
My sanctum
Gm
My cave of vine and moss
Cm
Is to my right about ten paces into the
thicket that surrounds me now
Bb
So dense grows the swampland that sometimes
it would take me up to 30 minutes
Cm
To find the little hideaway
I had fashioned
Though I had been there hundred
Bb
Gm
s and hundreds of times
Verse 2
Gm
I would look for the strips
of white sheet
Cm
Ab
Bright like bush ghosts that hun
Cm
g along the woven walls
Gm
They would tell me where
Bb
All about me were my treasures
Cm
The stained bandages like flags
Boxes of nails and tacks
Gm
A crate of electrical cord, my hammer
Cm
Candles and plastic bags full of matches
and tapers from the church
My Bibles
Gm
Twine Animal boxes and feathers
and bird skulls
Verse 3
Gm
Shells
and nests and some
Cm
of my shoeboxes, about ten
Bb
Pictures I had cut from magazines and
Cm
Gm
threaded through the walls
Bb
Gm
The tiny blue glass bottles of scented
Cm
water
Gm
And with these, I kept my life trophies My God
Verse 4
Bb
tokens, the parts of her left be
Cm
hind, the blood mementos
The whore's hair,
Bb
The portrait of Co sey
that I had delivered
Cm
From the hands of those who rose
up against her
Gm
Cm
Sheared her , cast her out
Gm
Bb
The kinder graph and the instructions
Cm
she had written on the back of it in verse
Verse 5
Cm
The painting of Beth,
Gm
Bb
of her fastened to the walls and ceiling of the grotto
Cm
Angled so that it hovered above me as I
lay in my shell
Gm
On a carpet of pink silk and frill, yes
Bb
And the ten pearl buttons leaving their evanescent
Cm
impression down my back or belly
The stroke of hair,
Gm
a ruby bead sailing down a yellow strand
Bb
Cm
A trembling scarlet drop
the bittersweet sip
Gm
Oh, the lifetimes lost in queer congress,
holed up in that dark retreat
Cm
Holed up in that dark retreat
Gm
Holed up in that dark retreat
Verse 6
A
A felled tree trunk, carved down the middle by a
Bb
cleaver of lightning
Cm
During the rain days, I guess
Made a kind of a pallet where
I would lie stretched out
Gm
Between the two halves that I had pad
Bb
ded with cardboard and moss
Cm
Encapsulated by two
walls of umbrage
That twisted about a few clapboards,
Gm
I had nailed to the trunks as supports
Verse 7
Bb
The vines intertwining overhead
Cm
to form a low ceiling
I could sit up with a
full foot's grace
Bb
Room enough for my angel,
too
Who would come in my later years
Cm
Appear on the tree stump
at the foot of my cocoon
Gm
Then come inside and lie with me
Cm
Bb
Sometimes I heard thousands of
Verse 8
Cm
voices,
Bb
for God is many- tongued
Whispering things to me as I
lay there all alone
Cm
Bb
All my feelings of fear and of
anger and of despair
A
That I ate daily like bread would
Bb
leave me
And I would feel most powerful
Bb
Most powerful
Cm
They taught me He taught me how to deal
Verse 9
first
Then later he taught me
how to deal with the others
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