If You Ever Make A Mess, I'll Do Anything For You

"For The Widows In Paradise, For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti"
by Sufjan Stevens

I've have called you children
I have called you son
What is there to answer
If I'm the only one
Morning comes in Paradise
Morning comes in light
Still I must obey
Still I must invite

If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
I there's any other way
I'd do anything for you

I was dressed in embarassment
I was dressed in white
If you had a part of me
Will you take your time
Even if I come back
Even if I die
Is there some idea
To replace my life

Like a father to impress
Like a mother's mourning dress
If we ever make a mess
I'll do anything for you

I have called you preacher
I have called you son
If you have a father
Or if you haven't one
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you
I'll do anything for you

I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you
I did everything for you

For The End Of Each Day

...when the day is done,
down to earth then sinks the sun,
along with everything that was lost and won
when the day is done...

"I don't think he wanted to be a star. But, I think he had this feeling that he'd got something to say to the people of his own generation. He had a feeling he could make them happier...
...and he didn't feel he did that",
from a documentary about Nick

At Last I Am Born

At last I am born
Historians note: I am finally born
I once used to chase affection withdrawn
But now I just sit back and yawn
Because I am born, born, born

Look at me now: from difficult child,
To spectral hand, to Claude Brasseur
Blah blah blah ...

At last I am born
Vegetarians know, I am finally born
I once thought that time accentuates despair
But now I don’t actually care
Because I am born, born, born

Look at me now: from difficult little child,
To spectral hand, to Claude Brasseur
Blah blah blah ...

At last I am born, at last I am born
I'm living the one, true, free life, I am born
I once thought that I had numerous reasons to cry
And I did, but I don’t anymore
Because I am born, born, born

At last I am born, at last I am born, yes
It took me a long, long time but now I am born
I once was a mess of guilt because of the flesh
It’s remarkable what you can learn
Once you are born, born, born

Born, born, born
Born, born,
Born

;o)]

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