Wednesday, November 30


You're dragging your feet in the mud
So your shoes are stained with blood
I wonder, when will she get here?
One by one they will fall
But you grind your teeth 'til they're raw
I wonder, does it get any better?
We'll be up in the desert
Wearing these proud new sunburns
We're on our own time now
Don't you ever look back down

Monday, November 14

and they were all yellow

mandolin orange

If love was the light first seen at our birth
and then all the earth, and then all the earth
how can it fall so far behind
try to remind me, and I’ll try to remind