I've Been Delivered | I could break free, From the wood of a coffin, If I need, But nothing's hard as, Getting free from places, I've already been, I've been waste deep in the burning meadows of my mind, In the engine in cold December, shooting fire from the hose, Now turn off your lights, 'cause I'm, not coming home, 'till I'm delivered from the first time, I was first born to a parade, It follows in rows, Down a narrow cold black river, Faceless shadows, Moving slow, I would move swift when, the sounds of a trumpet would blow, I've been the puppet, I've been the strings, I know the vacant face it brings, Now the bells of curfew, They may ring before I'm through, But soon I'll be delivered for the first time, You might keep clean, In the back of an angel motorcade, It doesn't matter who walks in, You know, the joke is still the same, You'll just wake up, Like a disposable lover, Decomposed, I've been gone, I've been remembered, I've been alive I've been a ghost. Now if downtown explodes, I'll still be on this road, 'til I'm delivered for the first time, I have drawn blood, From the neckline when vampires were in fashion, You know I'd even cut my throat if i thought I could fit in, 'cause I once heard, That you've gotta learn, How to blend in to this mess, Where nothing's hard Nothing's precious, Nothing's smooth or flawless, Now no more amused just screaming to be delivered, For the first time, I've been delivered, Now I'm ten miles in the deep, and mighty blue sea, Look back towards a long white beach, burning up into yellow flames, And I just wave back, Like a little boy up on a pony, In a show, 'cause I can't fix, Something this complex anymore than I can build a rose, So just keep on letting go, 'cause I must be close, To being delivered for the first time, Now I'd rather bleed out, a long stream from being lonely, and feel blessed, Than drown laying face down, In a puddle of respect, I was once lost, In the corridors of the arena, In blindfolds, I've been the bull, I've been the whip, I just pulled down the matador, So now, turn on your lights, 'cause I'm, I'm coming home, I've been delivered for the first time.
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| words and music by Jakob Dylan appears on Breach ''I just kind of wrote that song about not knowing what the hell I wanted to do. It's a journey of trying to figure out what your point is and why you started doing this to begin with,'' he says. ''Somehow it made things more clear to me. Jakob on "I've been Delivered" Cincinnatti Post 12.7.00 |