Just another folk-rock song about Jorge Luis Borges.
You were a friend and I was an enemy
I was a ghost and a trick of your memory
I was a scholar and I was a spy
I saved your life and I left you to die
There is no future and there is no past
here in the garden of forking paths
I've been a soldier and I've been a priest
I see the bombers, the blood in the street
I've slept under awnings in Argentine slums
steeling my soul for the judgment to come
The killing is slow but the dying is fast
here in the garden of forking paths
Billions of lives
the earth, the sea, the sky
and all their fates decided by
the wings of a butterfly
I'll pull the trigger and I'll feel the wound
I'll lay the bricks and I'll lay in the tomb
I'll be the jury, I'll be the accused
I'll look at you like there's nothing to lose
I've searched for so long but I found you at last
here in the garden of forking paths
posted by One Second Before Awakening at 5:29 AM on March 18