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David Berman Bot
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I post David Cloud Berman lyrics & poetry every few hours (Silver Jews, Purple Mountains, Actual Air)
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In 1984, I was hospitalized for approaching perfection
Brick Butterfly had a history of sleeping with the kitchen staff
She was a hardcore gobbler and a longtime guzzler of hydrogenated crap
Suet, tallow, liquid squeals, great mounds of plastic lard
That's what she got the lad to steal on the night that he got fired
February 19, 2026 at 2:29 AM
Goodbye users and suckers and steady bad luckers
We're off to the land of club soda unbridled
We're off to the land of hot middle-aged women
Off to the land whose blood runneth orange
February 18, 2026 at 11:28 PM
I know a puppy who walked from Kentucky
Made it to East Virginia by dawn
He had seventeen ideas in his head

Windex tears flow down the robot's face
He'd never felt a mother's embrace
My momma named me after a king
I'm gonna bury my name in you
February 18, 2026 at 8:28 PM
Chalk lines around my body
Like the shoreline of a lake
Your laughter made me nervous
It made your body shake too hard
February 18, 2026 at 5:28 PM
Because the pillow that I dream on
Is the threshold of a kingdom
Is the threshold of a world where I'm with you

It's a dark and snowy secret
And it has to do with heaven
And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit
February 18, 2026 at 2:28 PM
Friends are warmer than gold when you're old
And keeping them is harder than you might suppose
Lately, I tend to make strangers wherever I go
Some of them were once people I was happy to know
February 18, 2026 at 11:28 AM
So the rent became whiskey
And then my life became risky
February 18, 2026 at 8:28 AM
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange defeat
February 18, 2026 at 5:29 AM
I've got two tickets to a midnight execution
We'll hitchhike our way from Odessa to Houston
February 18, 2026 at 2:28 AM
I'm gonna turn my guns around
I'm not the deadest man in town
February 17, 2026 at 11:28 PM
The lights went out in Goshen
Just like poetry in motion
And I checked into the Farmer's Hotel
So if you get a notion
To travel to Goshen
Please stay away from the Farmer's Hotel
February 17, 2026 at 8:28 PM
Troubles, no troubles
On the line
And I can't stand to see you
I can't stand to see you
When you're crying at home

Scotch and penicillin
Please try Carlton
A cold black maple hangar
And husbands on the run
February 17, 2026 at 5:28 PM
Hanging around those haunts at night
Where half the clientele was part poltergeist
February 17, 2026 at 2:28 PM
Yeah, I loved being my mother's son
I loved her so because
She was my faithful guardian
February 17, 2026 at 11:29 AM
You got storyline fever, storyline flu
Apparently impairing your point of view
February 17, 2026 at 8:28 AM
On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
Unable to perform some simple task
Trapped at the stage of analysis
February 17, 2026 at 5:28 AM
Now I've put an ocean
Between myself and Goshen
To get away from the Farmer's Hotel
Things so unclean
Are better left unseen
Keep away from the Farmer's Hotel
February 17, 2026 at 2:28 AM
Rub out the catlight
Rub out the village
Red and white exit light
That's exodus damage
Why don't people think of who they use?
Why don't you try and come and get me
Black and brown blues
February 16, 2026 at 11:28 PM
What was not but could have been
Was my obsession way back when
February 16, 2026 at 8:28 PM
At the back of the bar, there's a couch
Where the lonely people go and lie
They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
Into the wee hours of the night
Into the wee hours of the night
February 16, 2026 at 5:28 PM
And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey
February 16, 2026 at 2:28 PM
We've been raised on replicas
Of fake and winding roads
February 16, 2026 at 11:28 AM
Sleeping is the only love
February 16, 2026 at 8:28 AM
O Dallas, you shine with an evil light
February 16, 2026 at 5:28 AM
I loved her so because
She was so good and kind to me
She was, she was, she was
February 16, 2026 at 2:28 AM