I can see the mountains
Melt the sky into the sea
The birds that fly the trackless air
The creatures in the deep
Where the light just hits the water
Where the earth

blood_+_bones_(moody_mix)


t._street

Something's gotta give
And it sure as hell ain't me
i'm gonna cut loose
like lightning through the trees
i'm grenn against the water
Blue against the sky
This

honey_in_heat

Menfolks just don't understand sympathy
For a wretch like me I'm a handle to wind the tongue
Just a bitch in heat menfolks
Just can't even see my fifty puppies and tits to my kn

starry_night

It is night
And life moves
At a new pace
The air is still
The earth sleeps
We move with the grace
Of the moon sweeping
Through the clouds

It

moccasin

Don't get caught in the grass
Don't get
Don't get caught in the grass
Don't get
Don't get caught in the grass
Don't get caught

A night of apologies

coming_down_glass

Them trashy types just outta milk teeth
Keep bluffin' me with their big girly eyes
Them trashy types them college girls
Don't know squat about guys like me
She don't do no

bedbugs

It's gonna
Swallow me whole
The ground'll open up
And in I'll fall
Down down down

Mama set me up with a fine young thing
And he was gonna buy me everyth

lyin’_goat


prairie_dog

Prairie now isn't that a pretty word
Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun
You should have heard what I heard
A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand

Prairie now is

poor_gal

I'm a poor gal long way from home 'fore I get to heaven got a way to roam
And when I get there gonna take off my shoes got nothin' now & nothin' to lose
All day long you heard me moan

if_you_miss

Jump at the sun
And if you miss
You can't help
But grab some stars
(Don't give me an answer I'll wish I never asked)

I watch the lights on the ocean
I count the leaves on the trees
If it wasn't for your indecision
There'd be nothing between you and me

I catch your eye it's a showd

looking_for_the_jackalope

The country's breathing a sigh of stars
A bitch's baby from a buzzard's egg
American fortune seekers
West coast gold diggers
Southern forgetters
There's something wr

good_looking_blues

Damn girl's gone crazy
All these good-looking blues
Banshees with bad skin
Coming home to roost

Boxed into flying
Scratching out birds
Fed a diet of sha