Luyện nghe bài hát Distortion

But I don't believe in or anything
I know you are gone and that
I'm carrying some version of you
untrustworthy old description in my memories
That must be your taking form
Created moment by me dreaming you so
Is it my job now to hold whatever's left of you for all
And to reenact you for our daughter's

I do
When I was a kid and realized that life ends and is just
That a comes where we no longer get to say or do anything
And then what? I guess just
I said to my mom that I hoped to do something important my life
Not be famous, but remembered a little more
To echo beyond my end
My mom laughed at this kid trying to his way out of mortality
Of the inescapable feral scream
But I held hope and grew up wondering what dying means
Unsatisfied, ambitious and

The first dead body I ever saw in real life was my
Embalmed in a casket in Everett in a room by the
Where they talked me into reading a thing the bible
walking through a valley in the shadow of death
But I didn't the words
I thought of walking through a valley and a shadow
With a backpack and a
But that dead next to me spoke clear and metaphor-free

In December
After having spent the summer and fall traveling mostly around
The that was spiraling into war
and mania, flags were everywhere
I was living on the periphery as a twenty year old
Wrapped up in doing what I and
it was and painting on newsprint
Sleeping in yards without permission and eating all the fruit
From the like Tarzan or Walt Whitman,
voracious, devouring life, my song
But that December I was shaken by a pregnancy
From someone who I'd been for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to knowing
A young and embarrassing over-confident animal
The of the idea of fatherhood
at twenty destroyed my foundation
And me freaked out and wandering around
the independence and solitude that defined me then
Though my life is a galaxy of
My intentions and aspirations do not matter at all
In the face of the crushing flow of actual
I saw my ancestors as sad and
In the same way that my descendants will back through a fog
Trying to see some polluted of all I meant to be in life
Their pruned by the accidents of time
What got away and what gets talked about at night
But she had her period
and I went to being twenty three

Eleven years later I was traveling alone
On an airplane from New Zealand to Perth, Western
Very alone, so far away from you and the home we had made
I watched a movie on the about Jack Kerouac
A documentary going deeper than the congratulations
interviewed his daughter,
Jan Kerouac, and she through the history
She told about this deadbeat drinking, watching Three on TV
Not acknowledging his paternity, abandoning the
Taking cowardly refuge in his
When she I heard your voice telling me about the adults who had
Abandoned you as a sweet kid and you to grow precariously
And when she spoke I in her face and saw you looking back at me
On a tiny airplane seat screen at the of the world
I saw a French-Canadian
And I suffering echoing
A lineage of bad parents and strong withstanding
She had black hair and freckles and pale skin just you
And she told the truth and slayed the gods just like you
I saw the cracks in the of posterity
I you so I went home

The second dead body I saw was you, Geneviève
I watched you turn from alive to dead right here in our house
I looked around the room and "Are you here?"
And you weren't, and you are not here. I sing to you
I keep you breathing my lungs
In a constant uncomfortable stream of trailing out
Until I am too
And then all the people who remember me will also die
Containing what it was like to in the same air with me
And breathe and why

And distortion
And the silence of space
The Palace
The ocean
But in my tears now
gleams