The Fleecing - Pedro the Lion

Deep green hills whose shoulders fade, into the gray tall wet grass.
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool of me.

And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
For every stupid struggle?
I don't know.
I could buy you a drink.
I could tell you all about it.
I could tell you why I doubted, and why I still believe.

But I can't say it like I sing it.
and I can't sing it like I think it.
and I can't think it like I feel it.
and I don't feel a thing.
Oh no... I don't feel a thing.

And who shall I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble?
For every stupid struggle?
I don't know.

I could buy you a drink,
I could tell you all about it.
I could tell you why I doubted, and why I still believe it.
And why I need it.
And what the pharisees don't see.

And we'd have more drinks. We'd speak of so many things.

But I don't know you, and you don't know me.




- David Bazan.


And if you thought you had a bad 2009 so far:
http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,24936304-662,00.html

Peace.