Clay

Album cover art for "Clay" by Augie March

Augie March - Pop

Clay

2 Plays

Duration: 5:42

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Lyrics

A picture of a man with a rope laden head Painted on a tablet of clay Purchased in an alley in the town of Taormina On a cloudless Sicilian day We feed, we drink Endeavour not to think The Isola, addled lust Slow intimations of dust Not me, not me, that is not me, that is not my clay, not me… George Johnston tilts in his abbreviated span A young woman makes an entreaty Thousands of miles and days from Hydra On a dim, forsaken night in Sydney To the rains exposed Summer rains that open and close To a soak, to a lunger They keep getting younger and younger Not me, not me, that is not me, that is not my clay, not me… I have always felt like a sheep beneath the pelt of an ape You can never get away there's always some new affray to escape The next ten years will be terrible Not me, not me, that is not me, that is not my clay, not me…

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Writers
  • Glenn Richards