The Latter Days

Standard Tuning
Capo on 2nd fret
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Intro:

 

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My family does own some land where the river is wide

                                                     
At night I see my memories dimly dying on the other side

                                
I know that I am now all bitterness and tart

                                                     
Anatomy to me is a homesick stomach and a broken heart



                                                        
You rest-stops in the midnight are like friends I ve worn to bone

                                                   
I only notice that you re glowing when I m feeling so ever alone

                                                 
Drunken with the children now too many times to complain

                                                
Trustful was the mouth I turned into a lustful sopping hole and

              
Now it s nothing but a bathtub drain



                                           
The latter days are harder than I ever could ve known

                                                       
Come back to retrieve me sometime soon

                                                
If the latter days are ending then I hope I m ending too

                                                                         
And buried someplace where your breath tastes new to me and

                          
Always blowing, so my body s bent and bowing

                                                        
Deep into the day s ending in summer

                                      
The latter days are always panting like a second-comer

                                      
All the fleshy statues of the city-square goodbyes

                                                                          
Are flinging smooth-skin trinities and nakedness up into my eyes

                                   
Naked swan-necked girls, your arching backs into the sun

                                                                
The highway ditch s black clouds split the median and

                                              
Breathing in of all the ribs of every bathing one




And in those trash-pit-ponds you bathe and

       
Oh, how you all gleam


Mindlessly bright where you re wet in


Your eye-lashing, fluid-splashing, rapid-flashing


Canal-bleaching dream
For me