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I know you hear me coming like the wind
through the Eucalyptus trees–
blowing through this cold December morning
like I got something hanging off the back of me, eating me alive
BREAKING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT
(Glass on the floor, feathers in air, dirt on all the counter tops, blood everywhere, piles of hair...)
Oh I know you hear me coming like the wind blowing through the Eucalyptus trees– crashing through this cold December morning, BREAKING EVERYTHING SIGHT
I know you hear me
cause you hear me,
come in every night–
and in the morning
BREAKING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT
Is this against the rules?
Will one thing always turn into two, or more?
–GLASS ON THE FLOOR –WATCH YOUR FEET BOYS –OH!
–MY SHOES ARE BY THE DOOR Is this against the rules?
Will one thing
always turn into
two, or more?
–GLASS ON THE FLOOR
–OH NO
–OH YES!
–OH NO
Over and over again?
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June
04:18
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JUNE
Come, my love, it’s lonesome thinking of you up above me on the moon.
The coyotes are howlin’ for you, June
Back in San Francisco I’ll be husky and I’ll miss your rambling
wanders through my throat–
the people love you,
Baby June
And I’m so desperate for a new idea to love... It’s too soon, June
Cold New Orleans winter turned the asphalt into ice and splinters, but you have warming powers–
don’t you, June?
Farther South than Jackson
yeah I’m drinking, if you’re asking–
do I love my little darlin, Baby June?
I’m so desperate for a new idea to love... It’s too soon, June
Please don’t leave me in West Texas,
six and one half miles up above the world so high– you know that I would jump from the plane
if I thought it would make you stay please
Don’t
Leave
Me
June
Baby
Come my love, it’s lonesome
thinking of you up above me on the moon, I know you have people waiting,
June
But what will Johnny think?
He’ll turn to drink and thinking
all the darkest thoughts he’s want to think It is so dark in New York City,
June
And I’m so desperate for a new idea to love, please don’t leave me
I need a new idea to
love
It’s too soon, June.
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Dark Underground
03:30
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Coming at you from the dark
Between Washington and God-Knows-Who-Park
Oh, I would not deign to know a single god damn thing you won’t show
I BELIEVE YOU I BELIEVE YOU I BELIEVE YOU,
New York
Reaching for you through the dark
The difference isn’t stark
Between what I want forever, or on a lark
On a lark on a lark
I WANT YOU I WANT YOU I WANT YOU New York
I’m dry, I’m a box of tinder
Wet me down
I’m going underground
“There is history right here
It goes down three hundred years (or more)
You would find a human face, you’d be running in the same race
WE WERE MADE FOR THIS WE WERE MADE FOR THIS
WE WERE MADE FOR THIS
WE WERE MADE–”
New York
I’m dry, I’m a box of tinder
Wet me down
I’m going underground
I don’t know that you’re afraid
In fact, it’s probably how you’re made
And I would not dare to guess
A single goddamn thing you play close to the vest,
NEW YORK
You haven’t slept all night
Here comes the dreaded morning light
Maybe it could start right here?
It’s been starting here for years
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, NEW YORK
I’m dry, I’m a box of tinder Wet me down
I’m going underground
New York, I’m dry
I’m a box of tinder
Wet me down
I’m going underground
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America because_____
02:51
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Did you see where I hit a deer? And it T-boned? And it died? God knows I tried, it went flying Here is where you feel the fur Here is where my heart broke On the the bumper
Did I cry? I tried.
Did you hear when I caught your ear,
And I sang out: would you show
my show inside your coffee store?
I am a good American boy– do you want my noise?
Do you want my noise?
Did you see where I hit a deer? And it T-boned? And it died?
I was inside, it went flying Here is where you feel the fur Here is where my heart broke on the bumper
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California
05:33
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Met a young man in a lowbrow bar whose mother died while he was arriving back in California. If I know something it’s you can’t trust folks with no eyebrows on’m, but we met on a whim in a lowbrow bar in California.
My mother’s mother was a highbrow New Yorker– West Side roller-skater, royal daughter of a private investigator– who came to California. If I know something, it’s the wind in the canyon off the ocean in midsummer– it’s cold in California in July (don’t pick the poppies or you’ll die or go to prison).
Metta, man. There was meaning for miles between Atlantic City and the gambling, rambling family that he knew and all the family that he didn’t care to hear from. If I know something, it’s the holy golden lonely mess of the West– I miss her and she isn’t even dead, she’s like my mother (who is beautiful and can be hard to handle).
Met a young man in a lowbrow bar whose mother died while he was arriving back in California.
My grandfather’s father was a Midwestern horse doctor who came to California with the cavalry in 1925; I met my father in a dive while his mother was dying. If I know something, it’s the holy golden lonely mess of the West– I miss her and she isn’t even dead– she’s like my mother (who is beautiful and can be hard to handle).
Met a young man, we got drunk on California in a brow-beaten, dirty, bar where you can hear the trains and smoke. The stars came out. I thought about his life without his eyebrows or his mother. If I know something, it’s you can’t trust folks with no eyebrows on’em, but we met on a whim in a lowbrow bar in California.
Met a young man in a lowbrow bar whose mother died while he was arriving back in California. If I know something, it’s the holy golden lonely mess of the West. I miss her and she isn’t even dead. She’s like my mother.
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Go for a drive, take me
In your mind’s eye
Put me by the side of the road, face me out Make me
Into mountains
Sail out to sea, make it Look just like me
Green and gray and cold Older than
ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD
Take a hike, remember what I taste like
Chew me into trees
Watch the leaves
Fall down
To your knees
Blow with the wind
Paint me on the ceiling
I will leave you
Reeling with
ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD
Sleep on the way
Deep as any daybreak
I’m coming from the East, now Feast on
ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD
Go for a drive, take me In your mind
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Mikayla McVey Oakland, California
soul transmissions from the holy golden //
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on the bus: splendorallaround.com
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