{"id":163,"date":"2006-02-23T07:27:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-23T07:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/?p=163"},"modified":"2018-03-26T20:38:42","modified_gmt":"2018-03-27T03:38:42","slug":"a-ship-made-of-frozen-tearswhen-baby-cant-go-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ayearofsongs.org\/blg\/2006\/02\/23\/a-ship-made-of-frozen-tearswhen-baby-cant-go-on\/","title":{"rendered":"A ship made of frozen tears: When Baby Can’t Go On"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"When<\/p>\n

Y<\/span>‘know, I still remember one night real late, a single dog barking way off and Baby lying in bed next to me looking at the roof of the trailer and she takes a drag on her smoke and says: “In the post-literate culture, where cliche and aphorism take on the social importance of fable and where scandal takes on the importance of myth… the truly realized and fully actualized individual must, of necessity, be the architect of the deconstruction of her own mythos and ultimately of her own self-immolation…”<\/p>\n

She’s quiet for a long little while while she takes another drag off the cigarette and then she says: “On some kind of level, anyway.”<\/p>\n\n

When Baby Can’t Go On<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

When Baby can’t go on
\nshe won’t wonder why
\nyou open up the bottle
\nand go home when it’s dry
\nwhen the darkeness hits the dawn
\nand the ocean meets the sky
\nthere was never in her always
\nand forever in her goodbye<\/p>\n

baby lived forever
\nfor almost thirty years
\nthen she sailed away one day
\non a ship made of frozen tears<\/p>\n

baby had a house those days
\nway up the shore
\nwe all knew that she was hiding
\nbut no one knew what for<\/p>\n

the last time i saw her
\ni knew it was her time
\nthere was sadness in her laughter
\nand a long-way-off in her eyes<\/p>\n

baby lived forever
\nfor almost thirty years
\nthen she sailed away one day
\non a ship made of frozen tears<\/p>\n

(C)1994, 2006 TK Major<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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