the wax paper that i taped over the windows melted as quick as chocolate in the heat and it'll probably never come off now the windows look like frosted
on venus it rains sulfuric acid and the raindrops evaporate before they hit the ground [actual lyric] japanese red-crowned cranes by the water here [
when you were nineteen i first laid eyes on you the small stream that ran through the center of town carried your name to me your hair was dark and your
meanwhile out where nothing starts out where the rail yard ends the sun up above is trying to kill himself we were watching the skies again why do we
lying in the hot sun today watching the clouds run away thought a little while about you the sky was a petrifying blue and while the geese flew past
most of the brine has got to boil away most of the air has got to choke you most of june i spent in jail again i don't mean jail exactly up in the pine
seeds came in the mail today from holland and the language on the package was wonderful and strange all sorts of flowers that grow up from the earth
i know what my weaknesses are probably better than you do revolutionary chinese propaganda the color of blue i thought i knew what my weaknesses were
you've had it up to here with my west country talk you can hardly understand a word i say the shortest tree around here is a hundred feet tall it's gonna
rain all burned away the horseflies are an irridescent green plums boiled down to pulp drying on a screen bright red air inside the house here i can
sun twinkling on the river this evening i tasted chocolate on my tongue darkness climbing up the ladders to the sky rung by agonizing rung i heard firecrackers
you came down from heaven to the branch outside my window your feathers were the color of snow the dice were loaded against us ever seeing each other
you turned to me and asked me if i'd always be your boy as we drove across the river into western illinois and on the railroad bridge, half a mile of
sure as a surgeon you slipped your hand into the door jam blood coursing through the air tonight i know who i am and i know who you are or who you were
way up north down the road a little back in new england right here in the middle and all the way out west we had our ears to the ground all of our dreams
we are, for some reason, all the time, bleeding, and we are friendless. and we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in galesburg -- because they