August 2022
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My Demons
When I am gone, maybe too young And when you mourn all you might’ve done Sipping your whiskey, singing my songs And cursing my demons, got me after all Spare me your pity, give me my due And think more of me than you do of you ‘cause you loved my demons (though you’d never…
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Matador
I am a matador, my mother told me so She brought the message to me all the way from San Francisco She said, “Hold this cloak tight in your hands, you’re destined for achievement. With it cut a swath through life and your path into the pavement.” I don’t want to say I’ve lost my…
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Love a Girl Gone
You fell for a girl fell for wanderlust first. Devil in the spirit that’s blessing and curse. Makes the holding sweeter, makes it hard to hold on, But can you love a girl gone so long? Can you love a girl gone so long? She got a soft shoulder, she got a hard eye. Fix…
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Letters From the Front
I bought a Che Guevara T-shirt and vowed my revolution, But I have yet to wear it – It’s still hanging in my closet beside the blue jeans I had on when we abandoned our stalemate. I know they’re the ones – There’s still ammunition in the pocket, and grass stains on the knees ……
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In the Water
It’s cold down here, but I am used to the chill, And the fish are more friendly now than when at first I fell, And the weeds are quicker to dance than when my eyes first closed. It is my secret hiding place – nobody else knows. It’s dark down here, but I am used…
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Illinois Is Overflowing
I’m so tired of water. Three inches of rain in the passenger side. The intestines of cassette tapes are shining at the curb, begging just one more play, begging just one more ride, but I just keep driving. I just keep driving. You close your eyes, three inches away in the passenger side. James is…
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LooseN
I think we proved it my guitar sounds better in the dark like our faces, all floating souls protected I think we think better in the dark. all narcotic all soaking I’m spoiled by your fingers pray let me spoil you with mine I will be soo kind fingers pressing it’s the tension of attention…
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Looking Back
I can’t open my eyes today all the scars are fresh & the memory won’t go away I can’t quite manage a civil tongue in my head I guess I best stay in bed anyway it’s not like you’re ever around not like we even share the same coast now not like I’ve even got…
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HARM
you know I’ll Live to be 19 forever the careless harmless flirting fretting for an uncaring world 19 I may be too young but then again I’ve always been too young you say I’ve got so much growing up to do well I say never You know I never wanted to and you say maybe…
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Hands
These are my hands I have scarred them all on my own. and I I have seen them fighting battles out on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kind they are my children my threatened kin I try to mind them they are silent about where they’ve been these are…