Banjo Frank's Music

Harbor Bleak

By a harbor bleak with oil sludge from tankers
and great white scavenger birds in the sky
they whispered the words of goodbye
never to meet again
never to meet again
until it all returns
if it all returns

Nietzsche believed it all returns
over and over and over forever
exactly the same every time
but poor Nietzsche was a very strange man
harbor bleak harbor bleak harbor bleak

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