Like the empress expressed by bus riders fair emboldened earthly a time
Actions belayed by glances a shade far deeper than thine
He would have said some old empty line
In le gare she swore only a knave be poor the gypsies shimmied and cried
In the muse wise traveler she remembers the tricks that they tried
Sunrise red my eyes are blind
Your winey head our tiny minds
On the rushing of souls to the market place the cuffs of oppressors ensnare
Long hour’s late a half hour’s wait Hades will the bus not appear
Come on ensnare we twigs in your tide
On the tram that we rode the mass would pass and unload
A vibrant place and time
On the cool water’s edge dry spirits instead of the sweat the salt and the lime
Sunrise red my eyes are blind
Your winey head my tiny mind
The murderous one with the nervous cough
Obsessed with a stitch in his side
Told the horrified kid he’d be welcome to sit
He was always happy to slide
She withdrew her pen and began to write
Noxious neighbor someone’s own drag
Molester of other’s vibes
In point you excrete a volume of shit in larges we tire of your jive
Sunrise red my eyes are blind
Your winey head our tiny minds
Jim, I'm loving this album! Sounds so good. I don't think the pedal steel was on the last versions of these tracks I heard. It's great! Kudos on a lovely record. Ben Armstrong
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