Lyric You Haven t Found It Yet

You haven t found it yet,
Haven t found it yet.



Look at the glass, turn your head
You haven t found it yet.
Moving down the lane inside
It s flashy Camden Town
It s that London lyric again
You haven t found it yet.



Impulses crowd your head
Too much to be absorbed
You re into the top shackle
Mental saw-down of your head.*
Which bemoans a simple fact.
You haven t found it yet.



It seemed so clear in bed
It s dark but your legs, they are dead
Your pen is encombed in mattress
You re not going to get it yet
You haven t found it yet



You re dying but still warm
Put this writing on your tomb
Spit out with dying breath
You haven t found it yet.



I dictate
Transcribe
Relations
Dear Cousin
It s destiny.

The grist that curtails the mill
shall make us strong