underthewaves:
(Brush the Cobwebs out of the Sky.)
underthewaves:
"Under the brown fog of a winter dawn"
underthewaves:
"and I knew nothing / Looking into the heart of light, the silence"
underthewaves:
"Son of man, / You cannot say, or guess"
underthewaves:
"And fiddled whisper music on those strings"
underthewaves:
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup.
underthewaves:
Can one trick nights feed 40 days?
underthewaves:
All the streets are crammed with things.
underthewaves:
And the last time I seed him, lord, lord, lord.
underthewaves:
Feel about the same but I'm 10 years older.
underthewaves:
But the twinkle in your eye is gone.
underthewaves:
If I told you that I knew about the sun and the moon, I'd be untrue.
underthewaves:
The mayor of the Palace Hotel's Maxfield's Bar.
underthewaves:
"I think we are in rats' alley"
underthewaves:
"And the dead tree gives no shelter"
underthewaves:
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead.
underthewaves:
You'll never be going back home.
underthewaves:
Skin the Wire
underthewaves:
Cool enough to not quite see it.
underthewaves:
The art of fiction is dead.
underthewaves:
You'll be strange, you'll be far away.
underthewaves:
Darlin', can you tie my string?
underthewaves:
Cobwebs in the way.
underthewaves:
Still falling breathless, and on again.
underthewaves:
A jamais nous réunit.
underthewaves:
Yo y mi fantasma.
underthewaves:
Non c'è neppure solitudine fra i monti.
underthewaves:
Lunch Room, Kelso Depot