Dust Coated BabiesTrain track children Stand still and listen Then go on balancing Singing songs About Jesse James And Billy the Kid Stuck dreaming about Cowboys and Indians Anything with those Blood painted hillsDust Coated Babies
Train track children Are perpetually In the past Sepia toned Hats and vests and thoughts Dime store novels And for-God’s-sake Don’t you kids Have any parents? Or some place to be?
Train track children Kicking up dust Walk right on by If you ain’t no Sitting Bull or Wyatt Ear
Jesse IIWeariness Sits in my bones Like six feet of dirt But these Colts won’t stop What worry says Is around every corner And thirty four years Is a long time For a man to live Being told who he is It’s a long time To fight battles that You’re not sure you’ll still win Whatever part of me That dreamt of rocking chairs Porches at sunset and cigars Holding my wife’s hand And listening to the wheat Whatever part of me That forgot what this all meant That forgot that no one can go back Has woken up now &nJesse II
SicknessFeverish at four a.m. Before dawn In that strange twilight Wandering, as if leaving The room could change things As if leaving changes Anything at allSickness
Soft skin, fast music, and A laugh in your eyes You are cruel But you watch me distrustfully Even though I’m the one Who could be hurt the most It’s not right for you to give me things And then take them away
Feverish at four a.m. I just want you To take everything Off my mind I just want you To help me sleep
But you won’t
oh hey, remember this place?
Irritated
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-"-"- Owl.
it's a gorgeous piece.
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You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook.
It means a lot, hope all is well.
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There are things that your logic cannot explain.
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"Oh, god, a giant pit of death!!!" -Levi
Cogito, ergo sum Erik. +O->
You should NOT click this [link] This isn't reverse psychology, I swear
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STORE:
GALLERY:
Please send any feedbak or special requests, im always lookin for ways to improve my work
i'm pretty good.
yourself?
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You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook.
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STORE:
GALLERY:
Please send any feedbak or special requests, im always lookin for ways to improve my work
(and as you can see, i don't come on here much anymore either, sadly)
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You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook.
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STORE:
GALLERY:
Please send any feedbak or special requests, im always lookin for ways to improve my work
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