are shallow - on the surface talk is cheap You can only judge the distance by the company you keep In the eyes of the Confessor In the eyes of the Confessor
Now that we've met We can only laugh at these regrets Common as a winter cold They're telephone poles They follow each other One after another, after
the fox confessor On splendid heels And he shames me from my seat And on my guilty feet I follow him in retreat What purpose in these deeds Oh fox confessor
So suddenly The madness came With its whiskered wolven ether pangs He locked the door And shut the blinds He laid down on the floor And he slept like
You?re gone The trees are so quiet When your hand was in my pocket How they swayed from side to side Now the meddling sky And my snowy eye Sees a different
Specters move like pilot flames Their widow?s toast It's Saint-Angel Better times collide with now The tears were warm I feel them still They'll heat
The most tender place in my heart Is for strangers I know it's unkind But my own blood is much too dangerous Hanging round the ceiling half the time Hanging
I can say that I've lived here In honor and danger But I'm just an animal And cannot explain a life Down this chain of days I wish to stay among My people
Here I am in traffic's slow flow (Where the needle touched down) Carbon planes draw a cage around the air force base (where the needle touched down) My
Everything?s so easy for Pauline Everything?s so easy for Pauline Ancient strings set feet alight To speed to her such mild grace No monument of tacky
My true love drowned In a dirty old pan of oil That did run from the block Of a Falcon sedan 1969 The paper said '75 There were no survivors None found
Old John the baptist, old John divine Leather harness round his line His meat was locust and honey Wild honey lord, wild honey John saw that number
Wait right here boy I'll be back with another man's hands in mine Please quit your crying This kind of stuff happens all the time And if you really want
Well, I've been thinking about all of the things I've said And all the things I seem to keep inside my head I won't take them back, I won't take them
the fox confessor on splendid heels And he shames me from my seat And on my guilty feet I follow him in retreat What purpose in these deeds Oh fox confessor
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