Seems like I’m always giving it up
Seems like he’s always living it up
Seems like I’m always cleaning it up
Seems like he’s always living it up

And he always has an answer
And he holds it in his hand
And he acts just like the master of the land

Seems like I’m always giving it up
Seems like he’s always living it up
My, my, my, my, my—it’s never enough
I’m just a baby, drinking it up

And he always has an answer
And he holds it in his hand
And he acts just like the master of the land

Seems like I’m always giving it up
Seems like he’s always living it up
My, my, my, my, my—it’s never enough
I’m just an angel—doing her stuff

And he always has an answer
And he holds it in his hand
And he acts just like the master of the land



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Master of the Land song meanings
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    General CommentThe house is inhabited by a fair skinned woman
    The woman is inhabited by the wind
    Heart and lips of wind
    Campground of the clouds
    The river of music enters my heart
    If I say where—it answers wind
    If I say how?—it answers where?
    Hum of irascible insects with all its barbarian jewels!
    Three blackbirds
    Pass through the blaze and reappear unharmed
    Face to face—speaking
    The moment doesn’t rise from my feet
    Doesn’t burst into a silent black explosion
    The girl of the tale (an intrepid sailboat—the world—a double blossom)
    Opens
    I flowed the same. I leap from one story to another
    On a suspension bridge of infinite syllables
    It grows light, winged spark …

    [paraphrased poetry]
    sillybunnyon September 30, 2006   Link

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