This Man and the Dream Surfers - Swineherd of Odysseus

Canonize myself in the tradition of the ancients
Preordained in thought and love and loss
Your colossal body is in its earliest of stages
Rummaging where these tired toils are tossed

I will make my way down south
Until I find the city they call God's mouth
I will drink the sultry air
Stuck in prayer

Fasten myself slowly to the north wall of our basement
All of the earth roaring with new life
I congratulate myself on finding solid pavement
When I come to pass underneath its eye

I will buy a pre-owned car
With fogged headlights so I can read the stars
I will go mad with joy
In your employ
I will make my way down south
Until I find the city they call God's mouth
I will drink the sultry air
Stuck in prayer

Written by:
Daniel Johnston

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