Starving Time

from by David Safran



The winter wore on; your lovers were gone;
The poor gathered round St. Vincent Parish.
Beneath the scarlet and blue I’d long for you
And your body all dark and restless.

I thought you were mine in that old starving time.
Oh, but now I understand:
Though it was please you or please me, I finally see
It’s more important where I don’t put my hand.

Well, I took half the year to discover “sincere”:
I watched my friends sing all clever and wounded.
They used their tune to silence the room
While I lifted their lines and their music.

I said they were mine in that old starving time.
Now I am stuck in this Country & Western/
I got it all wrong confusing my song
For some little tired confession.

The winter, it is past. Your lovers are back.
I wait for the Union Pacific.

I wish you were mine in this old starving time.
But it’s comfort we both seem to need.
So blessed and grand are the women and man
Who have grown beyond their greed.


from Delicate Parts, released May 22, 2012
David Safran / Anchorhold Music. ©2006



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