He works, he sleeps He knows his history He reads, he dreams So much ability He drives Northwest Up the interstate The snow falls slow Hypnotic and opaque
When I was a child, I got lost in the woods With my father. Our best guesses failed; We wound up on a trail With no markers. My little lamb, The best
Shuttled through narrow gaps, All these walls line our trap. Brick and steel, glass, concrete, No more field and no more tree. Babel Babel rising Cleaves
She makes her home, She lives alone By the seaside. Her fingers comb; She folds the foam By the seaside. She sits and sways; She makes her way To your
I'd made my mind up; I'd had quite enough. I was too small but I just wanted it all. You had the fins and My feet were dangling; Could only wade in While
Left the porch light on. An empty bed-- I couldn't lie awake. I pace the hallways, Feeling the walls ache, Rooms so empty and strange. I must be patient
Sleeps in your bed, Eats from your bread; God only knows what The neighbors say. He empties the bottle, Says never again; Wanna believe That it's gonna
I can throw my hands up Pleading to the sky. I can pound the ground Foot and fist Demanding why. How could they let it end? Never the same again. How
Was water-white Sung winter glass Plaque-platinum cold Stun Stockholm sun Tram traveler Electric hum Pilgrims on the Centro Floating, drifting, Eddy-
MIDSUMMER FIRES Midnight midsummer Sun won't leave the sky Here's a fire for the burning A light to lead the turning The turning of the sun Down the
The thaw comes gnawing Up the hillside. Trees cling like vines To the morning light. Me in my window, A glassy gray sky. It creeps inside To where the
By the wandering pines Where the sun goes hiding Swims a little green trout With its shadow wallowing low Through the wandering stream With the stones
Ghost at the gate, Why don't we go Over the lay of the land? Memories fade, But I can feel them Wade through the sun And the shade. Who owns the hills
: I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart, apart Blood cells pixelate And eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me out
embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth Mistress from the sucking pit The wine has sat and breathed it's last In blood red ruby where I
all who believe I am not a ruby to grease And sugar comes from her arteries I'll be the biggest scar Run down and jagged and naked and blood I'll
: (Clarke - Hicks - Nash) See the girl with cymbals on her fingers Entering through the door Ruby glistening from her navel Shimmering around the floor
