Whippoorwill won't ya listen
To my roaming story
We started out frying
up a morning glory
I tell you 'bout the things ya like t'know I found
& how the moon woke us u

county_orange

our little friend
he didn¹t want to wear
his white buckled shoes
nor was barefoot
his speed
he didnt like grocery store feet
he was a fussy little kid <

up_on_high

up on high where the wild foam vanilla baths flow
you know who chose the bones over the entrails
dispatch the toothless yapping dog
and while that dog was taking a shit
I

gangsta_lean

Yer gonna have t'sit there and drink yer cup of muddy water
Yer gonna have t'let the blood dry on yer hands
Ask yer mama t'knit you a blanket from Esau's thigh
Cause yer gonna h

pair_of_goats

had some mojo I dont know
bit her hand and charged
wipe her life source from my chin
and my red guileful grin
that belies all the fire that flies
from my nostrils wh

ghosts_of_hallelujah

Our candles are in danger from the way we carry them
So keep yer matches handy and wait to see if when
The ghosts of hallelujah trickle through the walls
brandishing the wron

son_of_burn

expecting me to clean my house out
under my fridge I found the roach bug
they were eating my potatoes
they even got to raise a fambly

it aint no failing I just want

lowlands

I saddled me a wounded priest
Rode him wet through this August heat
I took me a German bride
all empty and bloody inside

in the dark I heard a thief
he stole

ladies_choice

flyin down this hill on my schwin
well I guess this is where it all begins
go in sandburg come out like ray charles
an odor of jasmine for yer flowers
sometimes on my bicy

january_6

Waiting for the lozenge to clear yer throat
So you can stand up and say all the words you wrote
All along the fences, all along the lines
Yer gumption's fading and the honeysuck

(the_new_way_of)_grievin’_&_smokin’


rugged_roses

tell me with yer eyes
in silence let them ring
the precious humming of our hearts
in silence let them sing
may our phantoms find there places
where ever that may be<

my_time,_yer_time


bean_bowl

Flyin moth took what it could
Yer half naked
Moth did good
A rabbit jumps it
A sheep makes it
Horse hockey
Piggly wiggly
Go cat go
And i want you t

the_flat_baritone

Form a ring and wind and twine
Round the ol' grape vine
Heavy on the wire from the house
Salt the cow and kill the calf
Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half
Gent