Wild Blue Garden was born out of a conversation with a close friend. He was talking about some difficulties he was having with his girlfriend but he came to the conclusion that if he broke it off, he would have just been looking for her very attributes in someone else. That’s what convinced him that he loved her. He also said that some people grow best in manicured gardens and others in wild gardens. He grew best in a wild garden. Wise man.
lyrics
I’m hanging on tight
Hanging on tight
I’m chainin’ my body to the heavenly lights
Tying my key to your kite
God, this land seems so cruel
I’m needing you now
I’m needing you now
I’m feeling, I’m kneeling
I’m leaving you now
Well I’ll go out and find you in somebody else
Then I’ll go find myself
There’s this mama I knew
This mama I knew from a country of gypsies
That smells of voodoo
I gave her ten dollars to tell me the truth
Came back and said I loved you
Well there’s a frightened steed in a broken down barn
Tired out plow on an Idaho farm
Six straw soldiers on the battleground
Where I gave up and lay down my crown
When the fireflies dim then the spider webs shine
One of these days I’ll make you all mine
By the briar bush path and the tractor headlights
I kissed you goodbye
But it’s only in my mind
‘Cause I’m hanging plastic lights in a backyard in Manhattan
Cornered on all sides
Where my friends are getting high and mixing daisy cocktails
That will blow your mind
I’m waiting for the lights to glow now
Waiting for the sun to go down
Waiting for the band to load out
I’m still waiting up for you
For my soul grows best in your wild garden
My soul grows best in your wild blue
Your wild blue garden
Well, I’m picking up steam
I’m picking up steam
My hand’s damp and empty from picking up steam
I live with an actress named reality
She’s the girl of my dreams
She’s this woman I met
This woman I met when I first got here
But she ain’t come to visit me yet
I don’t mean to be coy
I just need to forget the real woman I left
There’s a plywood shed on the one wooded acre
Where the icicles bled to the ground like daggers
Leaving their mark as they’re falling apart
That’s the way it has been
But it’s a hard place to find
Where I’m hanging plastic lights in a backyard in Manhattan
Cornered on all sides
Where my friends are getting high and mixing daisy cocktails
Just to bend their minds
I’m waiting for the lights to glow now
Waiting for the sun to go down
Waiting for the band to roll out
I’m still waiting up for you
For my soul grows best in your wild garden
My soul grows best in your wild blue
Your wild blue garden
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