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Throwing Muses Lyrics

Banging in fevered ports
Creating loud noise and commotion in chaotic, seaport areas

Banging in the night
Creating loud noise and commotion at night

Ankle deep in mud
Standing in thick layers of wet, sticky soil up to the ankles

I can sleep in mud
I can rest or even sleep while standing in thick layers of wet, sticky soil

I was a kind of hooker
I sold my body for sex

My lover was free
My romantic partner was unencumbered and had no obligations to me or anyone else

I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble
I don't communicate coherently, and he was a risky bet for a partner

I just want to own something (young dirty street)
I desire to control and possess something, such as a young, gritty neighborhood

I can sleep with anything and more
I am indiscriminate in my sexual partners and am capable of sleeping with anyone and more

Stripped women stripped men
Men and women who are naked or vulnerable

I fall instead of him
I experience a setback or failure instead of him

I'm useless in the light for the distance
I'm ineffective in the light, particularly from a distance or upon close analysis

I could break you for all the right reasons
I could harm you for legitimate or defensible reasons

I could hate you but what have I got
I could hold a strong aversion to you, but what would that accomplish

Nobody feels your tongue
No one is able to understand your communication

Nobody sees you run
No one observes you running away, escaping or fleeing

Nobody sees you make
No one notices the things that you produce

Nobody knows your face
No one recognizes or is familiar with your appearance

Love lives your whim
Your romantic partner exists for your benefit and whims

I'm stripped instead of him
I'm the one who is vulnerable or exposed, instead of him

I'm harmless in the light of the distance
My lack of threat or danger is only apparent from a distance

Nobody sees me old
No one is able to observe me as I age and grow older

Nobody feels me cold
No one is able to sympathize or empathize with how cold I feel

Nobody lives my whim
No one exists solely to fulfill my desires

Nobody knows you're him
No one realizes that you are the person in question

I roam this head I care what's left
I wander around in my mind and I am concerned with what remains there

I hide myself from her love
I conceal myself from the affection of a woman

Nothing make me older
Nothing causes me to grow older except...

But the birthmark on your back
Except for the birthmark located on your back

But making babies in the fields
But having intercourse in fields and conceiving and delivering offspring

And the birthmark on your shoulder
And the birthmark located on your shoulder

Making babies in the fields
Having intercourse in fields and conceiving and delivering offspring

Makes me older
Causes me to grow older

Banging in fence posts
Causing loud noise and commotion around wooden posts used to delineate property lines or pastures

I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble
I don't sleep, I talk incoherently, and having kids was a risky decision for me

I just want to own something (old dirty earth)
I just want to possess and control something, such as old, soiled soil

Cause the birthmark on your shoulder
Because of the birthmark located on your shoulder

Nothing makes me older;
Nothing causes me to grow older except...

Nothing makes me live my life but you
Nothing gives me purpose in life except for you

And that mark on your back making babies
And that mark on your back, which is involved in the act of conceiving and delivering children

In the field
In natural, outdoor environments or locations