They won't have me, but I love this place.. The rural life is broken, the farmlands gone to chaff.. My hands are idle, my mind needs rest,. the toil of the decent and the sleep of the best..
I brought my tree down to the shore. The garland and the silver star. To find my peace and grieve no more. To heal this place inside my heart. . On every branch I laid some bread.
The wood song. The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear,. my friends and i have had a tough time. bruising our brains hard up against change;. all the old dogs and the magician.
For Christmas my love gave me a stocking sewn of sack cloth hung on a nail. The simplest gift warm by the fire best of a kindness least prevailed. . Will my love fill it with silver? Will my love fill it with gold?.
I'm not the sort of person who falls in and quickly out of love. But to you, I give my affection, right from the start.. I have a lover who loves me - how could I break such a heart?.
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I tried my best to get over you. Kept my distance so I wouldn't have to show. That the things which I kept hidden. By my casual smile. Were the things that I needed you to know..
They called you "The rise of the Black Messiah" like so many boys before you. And they'll be more, more to follow threatening and hard to swallow. . I'm sitting underneath that hanging tree, just me and the ghost of the KKK.
Tonight I've been sleepin on the mountain top. With a billion stars for my witness. In the morning I go down as the sun comes up. I take a drink from the bitter root river.
Show a little inspiration. Show a little spark. Show the things that drew me to you. And stole my heart. And tell me something I don't know. Instead of everything I do.
She won't recover from her losses,. she's not chosen this path,. but she watches who it crosses,. maybe move to the right,. maybe move to the left,. so we can all see her pain she wears like a banner on her chest,.
Time where have you left me. Here without a heart. Without an answer. I tried to open my eyes. I tried to see the song. All things considered. This much remains the same.
I'm scared as hell,. 'Cause Squeaky's out of jail.. I can feel her close behind me,. Like the devil on my heels.. They say she's heading for California,.
Texas was clean, just an oilman's dream. A slate that I'd never written on. Dust blowing' round a lonely town. Boots on the board of a barn. . As far from the south without getting out.
Whatever it was, is wasn't manumission. To spill the blood, to pull the weed. You can bury the past, but it's a mausoleum. With the ghost of a fist that won't let us be.
early one morning the sun was shining. i was laying in bed. wondering if she'd changed at all. if her hair was still red. her folks they said our lives together.
Sweet gypsy blowing through my mind. And through my heart so full and empty. Well these days seem strange somehow. A billion years isn't what it appears to be.
They say that these are not the best of times. But they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
"Summertime" is a George Gershwin song. To be more accurate. (admittedly, only slightly more - I don't actually know what I'm. talking about - haven't y'all figured that out by now?), the music is.
All the fur and fin will lose again. Cause our better is their worst reckonin'. And our fine-feathered friends will sing until they bleed. And how will we replace that symphony?.