We’ll stumble through the yard We’ll stumble through the yard We’ll stumble through the A-P-T We’ll stumble through the yard Force fields. Explorer racing home, the ancient star. Yellow mixed with golden hue. Scan the graveyard, dead there be. Ball and chain. Ball and chain. Ball and chain. Ball and chain. (Repeat 1st verse 3 […]
Tag Archives: Dead Letter Office/Chronic Town
Carnival Of Sorts (Box Cars)
There’s a secret stigma, reaping wheel. Diminish, a carnival of sorts. Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel. Stranger, stranger to these parts. Gentlemen don’t get caught, cages under cage. Gentlemen don’t get caught, Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. Boxcars (are pulling) out of town. (repeat 1st verse and […]
Gardening At Night
I see your money on the floor, I felt the pocket change. Though all the feelings that broke through that door just didn’t seem to be too real. The yard is nothing but a fence, the sun just hurts my eyes somewhere. It must be time for penitence. Gardening at night is never where. Gardening […]