David Berman Bot
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I post David Cloud Berman lyrics & poetry every few hours (Silver Jews, Purple Mountains, Actual Air)
Pinned
In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection
But before I go, I've gotta ask you, dear, about that tan line on your ring finger
November 11, 2025 at 11:28 AM
But before I go, I've gotta ask you, dear, about that tan line on your ring finger
I wish I lived in the power and light
I wish it wasn't Saturday night
'Cause I can't raise hell
No, I can't raise hell for two
I wish I had a thousand bucks
I wish I was the Royal Trux
But mostly I wish
I wish I was with you
I wish it wasn't Saturday night
'Cause I can't raise hell
No, I can't raise hell for two
I wish I had a thousand bucks
I wish I was the Royal Trux
But mostly I wish
I wish I was with you
November 11, 2025 at 8:28 AM
I wish I lived in the power and light
I wish it wasn't Saturday night
'Cause I can't raise hell
No, I can't raise hell for two
I wish I had a thousand bucks
I wish I was the Royal Trux
But mostly I wish
I wish I was with you
I wish it wasn't Saturday night
'Cause I can't raise hell
No, I can't raise hell for two
I wish I had a thousand bucks
I wish I was the Royal Trux
But mostly I wish
I wish I was with you
When I was younger, I was a cobra
In every case, I wanted to be cool
Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
Just wanna say something true
In every case, I wanted to be cool
Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
Just wanna say something true
November 11, 2025 at 5:28 AM
When I was younger, I was a cobra
In every case, I wanted to be cool
Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
Just wanna say something true
In every case, I wanted to be cool
Now that I'm older and sub-space is colder
Just wanna say something true
There on your face
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
November 11, 2025 at 2:28 AM
There on your face
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
Anchor lets you see the river move
November 10, 2025 at 11:28 PM
Anchor lets you see the river move
Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange?
November 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Won't soul music change now that our souls have turned strange?
Course I've been humbled by the void
Much of my faith has been destroyed
I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
Much of my faith has been destroyed
I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
November 10, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Course I've been humbled by the void
Much of my faith has been destroyed
I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
Much of my faith has been destroyed
I've been forced to watch my foes enjoy
Ceaseless feasts of schadenfreude
The old place it was vicious
Wicked and pernicious
"Please stay clear of that rank abattoir"
Though her words alarmed me
I was stuck until morning
And in the end we must be who we are
Wicked and pernicious
"Please stay clear of that rank abattoir"
Though her words alarmed me
I was stuck until morning
And in the end we must be who we are
November 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
The old place it was vicious
Wicked and pernicious
"Please stay clear of that rank abattoir"
Though her words alarmed me
I was stuck until morning
And in the end we must be who we are
Wicked and pernicious
"Please stay clear of that rank abattoir"
Though her words alarmed me
I was stuck until morning
And in the end we must be who we are
Anchor lets you see the river move
But now that your evil dreams came true
There on your face
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
But now that your evil dreams came true
There on your face
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
November 10, 2025 at 11:28 AM
Anchor lets you see the river move
But now that your evil dreams came true
There on your face
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
But now that your evil dreams came true
There on your face
A row of teeth he'll come to replace
Somewhere in a foggy atlas
Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea
Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea
November 10, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Somewhere in a foggy atlas
Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea
Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea
Some power that hardly looked like power
Said I'm perfect in an empty room
Said I'm perfect in an empty room
November 10, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Some power that hardly looked like power
Said I'm perfect in an empty room
Said I'm perfect in an empty room
Though to believe any of that, I thought,
you have to accept the premise
that she woke me up at all.
you have to accept the premise
that she woke me up at all.
November 10, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Though to believe any of that, I thought,
you have to accept the premise
that she woke me up at all.
you have to accept the premise
that she woke me up at all.
Sleeping is the only love
November 9, 2025 at 11:28 PM
Sleeping is the only love
Grass grows in the icebox
November 9, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Grass grows in the icebox
Sometimes I wish we'd never came here
Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here
Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here
November 9, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Sometimes I wish we'd never came here
Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here
Seeing as I'm held in such disdain here
But we are real, real
I know we are real
I know we are real
November 9, 2025 at 2:28 PM
But we are real, real
I know we are real
I know we are real
Four dogs in the distance
Each stands for a kindness
Each stands for a kindness
November 9, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Four dogs in the distance
Each stands for a kindness
Each stands for a kindness
Where's the paper bag that holds the liquor?
Just in case I feel the need to puke
Just in case I feel the need to puke
November 9, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Where's the paper bag that holds the liquor?
Just in case I feel the need to puke
Just in case I feel the need to puke
One has lived life carelessly
If he or she has failed to see
That the truth is not alive or dead
The truth is struggling to be said
So how do we get out of this?
Family shadows all of this
Through what is not but could be if
With all associated risk
If he or she has failed to see
That the truth is not alive or dead
The truth is struggling to be said
So how do we get out of this?
Family shadows all of this
Through what is not but could be if
With all associated risk
November 9, 2025 at 5:28 AM
One has lived life carelessly
If he or she has failed to see
That the truth is not alive or dead
The truth is struggling to be said
So how do we get out of this?
Family shadows all of this
Through what is not but could be if
With all associated risk
If he or she has failed to see
That the truth is not alive or dead
The truth is struggling to be said
So how do we get out of this?
Family shadows all of this
Through what is not but could be if
With all associated risk
Like any strong young poet would, he packed his bags for Region Ten
I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then
Yes, I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then
I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then
Yes, I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then
November 9, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Like any strong young poet would, he packed his bags for Region Ten
I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then
Yes, I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then
I guess now I know him less than I ever knew him then
Yes, I guess I know him even less than I ever knew him then
Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love
And our affaire d'amour was set on self-destruct
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love
And our affaire d'amour was set on self-destruct
November 8, 2025 at 11:28 PM
Since her dad, a local barber, had been beaten to death
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love
And our affaire d'amour was set on self-destruct
She had become a vocal martyr in the vegan press
The cops had failed, they couldn't catch a bus
They were looking for a male with a bad hair cut
Enter tumbleweed, exit love
And our affaire d'amour was set on self-destruct
We've been raised on replicas
Of fake and winding roads
Of fake and winding roads
November 8, 2025 at 8:28 PM
We've been raised on replicas
Of fake and winding roads
Of fake and winding roads
They don't cream
And they don't dream in Kansas City
And they don't dream in Kansas City
November 8, 2025 at 5:29 PM
They don't cream
And they don't dream in Kansas City
And they don't dream in Kansas City
Every single game was a blowout
And the NASCAR blurred into porn
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
Of a man who was never born
A man who was never born
And the NASCAR blurred into porn
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
Of a man who was never born
A man who was never born
November 8, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Every single game was a blowout
And the NASCAR blurred into porn
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
Of a man who was never born
A man who was never born
And the NASCAR blurred into porn
Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps
Of a man who was never born
A man who was never born
I'd crawl over fifty yards of broken
Glass just to hold on your hand
Sleeping is the only love
Glass just to hold on your hand
Sleeping is the only love
November 8, 2025 at 11:28 AM
I'd crawl over fifty yards of broken
Glass just to hold on your hand
Sleeping is the only love
Glass just to hold on your hand
Sleeping is the only love