seven years ago almost home coming over the bridge from a show in The Windy City we hit the ice

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

love digs graves all around the world but i used to

joyless carnival merry-go-rounds of a troubled mind the amusement of fright and despair

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier

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…

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her