Old Black Hen is that you again. singing the Bad Luck Lullaby. Come right on in, it's midnight again. Time for the Bad Luck Lullaby. You know the one it's the same one you sung.
Gwendolyn I wonder what you'd've called them. I think a name you might choose is Nobody's Blues. You see when you are just a kid. They think you won't remember what they did.
You never hear me talk about. One day getting out. Why put a new address. On the same old loneliness. Everybody knows where that is. We built that house of his.
I stood on the 66 highway. I stood on the 66 highway. Wysteria, Magnolia beside the green line track. Said Don't Come Back. . I found myself standing on the mountain.
While you was gone you must have done a lot of favors. You've got a whole lot of things I don't think. That you could ever have paid for. While you've been busy crying.
Hold on Magnolia to that great highway moon. No one has to be that strong. But if you're stubborn like me. I know what you're trying to be. Hold on Magnolia, I hear that station bell ring.
The whole place is dark. Every light on this side of the town. Suddenly it all went down. Now we'll all be brothers of the fossil fire of the sun. Now we will all be sisters of the fossil blood of the moon.
And I wanted that heat so bad. I could taste the fire on your breath. And I wanted in your storm so bad. I could taste the lightning on your breath. .
Departure and worry. And worry, and worry. Still shake me. Resistance failed. . Resistance failed. And friendship failed. And friendship failed. As lovers we did not fail.
It's been hard doing anything. Winter stuck around so long. I kept trying anyhow, and I'm still trying now. Just to keep working. . I remember when it didn't use to be so hard.
so i keep watch. and you keep breaking. breaking formation to become. someone else. and your eyes become corridors. where i wander with a candle. calling out to you.
i took my time. and whatever else i could find. i didn't care at the time. i've got it all planned. i'm gonna mark out my land. i've drawn some lines in the sand.
you think of white. somewhere outside. somehow connected to your brain. or about to knock on your door. . eternity. is a policy. . magnetism and mystery.
picked the wrong time to be looking up at the night. popular belief came down,. destroyed his house and claimed his sight. forwards in lockstop barely able to draw breath.
She's out and back. She's looking for the matches. We built our own logic. And now we scatter it's ashes. We dropped a feather from the eighty-first floor.
he is alive and kicking. he calls it gymnastics, calls it velocity. and you spend twenty years climbing and never change your mind. and you call it the path of least resistance.
it must be something in the air, she said. that makes it so square when we get together. feels like snakes in my hair. and it feels all wrong somehow.
And now he craves a complication. You're something up his sleeve. He bends the rails to miss the station. To let the pressure breathe. And now for real eyes of this fiction.
minutes seem like seconds. and the seconds seem like days. that doesn't make sense. put down the phone. be sure you hang up first. that doesn't make sense.
walked for hours so i can think for a minute. this is a crowded road and i've got a speed limit. drag me out of my bed cos i'm drowning in it. pick up a clean slate and beat me to death with it.