REVERIES

went round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round

where matter el time o make me your boss time o make me a prize to win to git Make me a diamond ring out of air out of time out of time time after time pretty persuasion LEXICON new name for them when they want to reunite

why not a, per fect po em for uyer night light

this is how i thought all these would be sit down play music call it a frickin day

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gonna get there with this kind of song in my head all the time looking up the mountain making it right

pentagram

sweet 16

as in not wasted nahmean ?

whatever

i wish i was there in an imaginary northern california barn with imaginary dancers and endless waves a collision of real and thought would i’d probably fall into it like a venetian canal a real myth i wish i was there on an endless blues solo forever dark figured shadows and fire no where to feel like a stranger no doubt to go out and out into the world a repetition of pithy complaint over and over again makes beautiful lines get grizzly i want to have a ranch in albion and fall apart with the fog into the oblivion but real nevermind the silliness nothin necessarily transcendental just a thing that can happen

oh alas we can’t use waves as metaphor anymore too close to shore no more for sure bor ing

this way and that how come we never hang out together hanging over the rails

seems like the real thing

really just wanted to pretend that i could be here and there inside of that big vast (place) forgotten pin drops and make sense but as usual instead just a raw translation a drawing on a napkin fr you to find friend finder