weakened weekend

home sprite depart from some thought
laugh laugh laugh

precipitation

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dim

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free falling fire beads

like little drum beats

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prepare us for the beat

protect us from the heat

dim

dum

doom

doom

doom, trot, oh, they trot.

there come horses on the road

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hoof, they say, yeah! they say

men with horses, baby feet

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baby feet, full of myth

come the men with baby feet!

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coming to claim, riding to claim

back what i thought i won in vain

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i hear the men, i hear their call:

embrace the heat and forget the song

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see; signal the men, torch they pyre

as vultures turn in widening gyre

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sizzles my being, aches my ribs

my flesh comes off! piece by piece!

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burns dante, burns the boy

horsemen sing but with joy!

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shriek i do, scream i do

as just my mouth they not burn do

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now i am a man, i am a man

though my mouth says what i am!

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dim!

the new world

america is mad

america is mad!

america rolls through the skies

america is sad...

she cries over long-dead wives

america is road

america is kill

she makes her way through the world as if it's a window sill

america is hawk

america is hack

america is mac

america and cheese

she floats on a sugar-coated fleece

america is lack

she always longs for a good old big-mac

america is made-

america is up

america is down

america is muck

america is yawn

america? - just fawn!

america in me,

america is you,

america in you,

america is me,

america has come,

america has won.

america has come,

america has won.

america has come,

america has won.

instructions

go east

live well

live smile

and die

and live

do they

and go

do they

where to

we know

not now

but for sure

she comes

with hand

in hand

then though

she cries

it's all

well meant

go east

with her

live well

live smile

and die

you'll live

time af-

ter time

raise up

your hand

your heart

your love

make sure

that you

are not

forgot

then though

you cry

it's all

well meant

then though

you cry

it's all

well meant

little farm song

moves moves she through the grass

and bakes the cake and meets the lake

bang bang goes the drum and

chirps the bird and barks the dog

one one says the sun and love the moon

and hey do weep

with joy joy tell me now

how you knew who did the deed

oh, it came like a bad frown

but in the end we managed to seed!

he returneth

descend

stair

despair

mire

lurk

molte

fich

heh

hehe

camel blues

(as) the first finger moves the string,

flash of light: hits blind the eye

the pupil dilates for a fraction of a second

sun leaves the frame for the vision

begging to be recognized, a wide horizon;

a bird, uncomfortable with the gaze, slowly flows away

from the far corner of the blotched frame

noone hears the rustle of his wings---

eager silence absorbs.

waiting for the second note and the

finger pulls!: a lazy cluster of clouds drop

their shadow first on the barn, then

touching his porch.

his hand reaches an unseen pocket

leading to the appearance - a tired cigarette

a crack rises above the reverbed clatter of the cacti

bluesmoke invades the frame with a prolonged gaze -

while the snaky rattle and hum rule

supreme like an eternal drop in time.

silence sweeps the scene with a dustbowl

then third time's pulled the string,

this time, more like a twang

a dog bark! following a rooster hoot!

the door of the house opens, tentatively: a woman

comes out meanwhile sushing an invisible infant

quietly.

and one last string, finally

heard, somewhat protesting

the lady gives in to the smile starting to pervade among her lips

one more bark: this time, more friendly;

smile lifts her arms to an embrace

one deep, last drag; a feeble fog

dispersed quickly.

oh, yes.

shrugged shoulder; blinked eye

running legs; a passionate cry

end of the blues

end of the wild