Well I stepped into an avalanche,It covered up my soul;When I am not this hunchback that you see,I sleep beneath the golden hill.You who wish to conquer pain,You must learn, learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accidentAs you go down for your gold.The cripple here that you clothe and feedIs neither […]

It’s four in the morning, the end of DecemberI’m writing you now just to see if you’re betterNew York is cold, but I like where I’m livingThere’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desertYou’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping […]