Lyrics The Tragedy of the Leaves - Charles Bukowski

The Tragedy of the Leaves - Charles Bukowski
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Date of issue: 21.11.2020
Song language: English

The Tragedy of the Leaves

I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled corpses
surrounded me with their uselessness;
the sun was still good, though,
and my landlady’s note cracked in fine and
undemanding yellowness;
what was needed now
was a good comedian, ancient style, a jester
with jokes upon absurd pain;
pain is absurd
because it exists, nothing more;
I shaved carefully with an old razor
the man who had once been young and
said to have genius;
but
that’s the tragedy of the leaves,
the dead ferns, the dead plants;
and I walked into a dark hall
where the landlady stood
execrating and final,
sending me to hell,
waving her fat, sweaty arms
and screaming
screaming for rent
because the world had failed us both.

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Artist lyrics: Charles Bukowski