Big Old Mansion Lyrics

Pop-Pop used to write us target stories

I only remember a few things about it

While it writes I edit in the margins

Crossing the page my letters enlarge and

Keeping from my hand in the same place

I'm left handed

Big old mansion

Running around it

Looking for teeth

Smile for me

A painted leaf

As if an artist came out

Where I am now

And covered the plant

In red ochre and brown

A heron flying low

On the lake coast

Frosted in the sun

Like a sperm sample

Has a final meal

So much as I see

Jesus Christ king of the people

Here is the church and here is the steeple

Tobacco head buzz

We are all created equal

Although we're not created

But we're lucky to exist

Although luck is not a true thing

And neither is coincidence

And oh

My name is

And oh

My comfort with guitar is improving

Oh

My name is

And oh

Big old mansion

Big old mansion

I watch the hawk as he's getting its food

Open a window to open your own mood

I like the lake at eleven in the morning in November

Thank you but it's turning stale

In Hagia Sophia there's a beautiful mosaic

Of Jonah and the Whale with vegetal lacing

It also contains a Dionysian type

This is a one-hundred year old Cuban pipe

We should all know the call of our own state bird

It brightens our days whenever it is heard

Where I am now with painted leaves

It's the sound of a cardinal relieved

It's the sound of a carnival bereaved

And oh

My name is

And oh

My comfort with guitar is improving

Oh

My name is

And oh

Big old mansion

Big old mansion

Big old mansion

Big old mansion

Ted Fucking Danson