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Casting Pearls
This pebble on the bottom, this pebble in my shoe,
is shaping every current, this pebble won't be moved
take it into your body, place it upon your tongue
to swallow can be painful, to open's to become...
This piggy goes to market
this piggy stays at home
this piggy's eating beef
this piggy will eat none
this piggy wears his scars
this piggy's wasted to bone
this piggy calls his momma
this piggy set out to roam
set out to roam
set out to roam
I should have been a poet, I should have been a priest,
they say the greatest here is always seen as least
collect the sharp-edged moments--call all the ones you love
the hand that pulls the levers has taken off the gloves
these are my pearls...
these are my pearls...
I cannot help but lose them
I cannot help but cast
the shine into the future,
the pain into the past
these are my pearls...
these are my pearls...
these are my pearls...
these are my pearls...
these are my pearls...