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Dan Bern Lyrics
"My Love Is Not For Sale"

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My clothes and my windshield wipers and a locket of my hair
Everything is for sale
My rifle and my boots and my instant coffee maker
That poem 'bout the moon over Switzerland
My flowers and my walkie-talkie
All the liquid in my body
I'll set a price and post it to your e-mail
But my love, my love is not for sale

I could sell my pictures on the streets of Barcelona
Women 30 minutes at a time
New York City subway, 3 songs for a dollar
Or maybe just a chorus for a dime
The newspaper on the street
The sky reflecting at my feet
It's all been bottled, packaged, drawn to scale
But my love, my love is not for sale

Take just a minute of your day
Tell me one thing that you would live for
Dying, dying's easy, getting easier all the time
Tell me one thing not to throw it all away for

I'll sell you the morning and I'll sell you the night
I'll sell you the river and move along
I'll sell you the balconies, I'll sell you the sidewalks
And all the shuttered windows of Bresson
I'll sell you the moon, I'll sell you the stars
And the forests with the lonesome wolfhound's wail

But my love, my love
My love is not for sale

Suicide bomb

This is the last song I will ever write
I'll plug my ears and cover up my eyes to mask my sight
I'm killing off my instincts after 2,000 songs
I'm getting with the program, now I'm gonna play along

This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is my songwriting suicide bomb

I can't compete with blowing up yourself on a bus
Killing one of you and 19 of us
Flying hi-jacked airplanes so thousands will die
But I can kill too and blacken out the sky

This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is my songwriting suicide bomb

This is the last song I will ever write
The last blank page my pen will ever blight
Abandoning the fight, I'm pulling off the gloves
No longer be a soldier for God or truth or love

This is my songwriting suicide bomb
This is my songwriting suicide bomb