i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
when at war for so long peace becomes an awkward conflict so you keep fighting
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
put a million miles between me and… shoes worn away from the journey i will arrive with toes calloused feet stained in earth and legs swollen
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
trees tremble in fright sharing tales that shake their lea… lumberjack stories
in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them
joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair
they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…
our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery
