Siren Song

from by Jason Harrod

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Woke up this morning, tossed out my cigarettes.
So much empty burning, so much wasted breath.
I think things'd be better back down south, or maybe way out West.
There's nothing I'm sure of, it's just hypothesis.

Late last night I opened my eyes,
The sky was full of fire.
There was a bar of gold underneath my door.
Conversation outside, rising higher and higher and higher.

Like a fool I've missed the voices tickling my ear.
The siren song sounds so sweet and clear, I'm out of here.

I hate the hum and the roar, this mechanized whine,
The city's broken monuments to filth and grime.
I want heather and moss, sunlight and frost,
Oh, I want to get out of it all, I want to get lost.

Like a pool won't you ripple my surface, shake up my frontiers?
The siren song sounds so sweet and clear, I'm out of here.

Leaving won't re-seam the broken places.
But travel is a tonic for the soul.
The city's full of bodies without faces.
And aren't we all just transients on the road?

I'm want to sneak out. I'm want to peek out.
I'm want to scratch and flare like a match in the face of pitch dark death.
I'm want to stretch out. I'm want to reach out.
I'm want to face the Hurricane and match him breath for breath for breath.

Like a fool I missed the voices tickling my ear.
The siren song sounds so sweet and clear, I'm out of here....

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from Living In Skin, released May 1, 2000

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Jason Harrod Brooklyn, New York

“What singer-songwriter Jason Harrod does best is turn daily moments numinous. Quite simply, Harrod’s imagination is for
this world; he finds deep secrets in ordinary places.” — Image Journal

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