"Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City"
Once I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there
who detain'd me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
In other news, I woke up with Pedro the Lion in my head this morning which made me feel the worst kind of unsettled in the best kind of way. While listening to a bunch of old Pedro and newish David Bazan stuff, I stumbled upon this cover. I love it.
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