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Manson
Farmhouse blues can be too set intwined so hard with discontent This door’s the start of every wall all noise is but a painful call too hard, too true, a human web to an empty moon’s tired travels ebb.
Where was this light this night you saw your heart in dark frock standing there amid no other care cry owlish screams one side in shadow to the other side. What fame could make him stand as friend to outwait this wave’s upset tide
Up rhymed your rhymes, thrice rhymed your rhymes dance demon dance, rise mystic chance, call him shadow, call him fire call him near, now see him hide in cupboard, house, saint’s mask inside? so deep the core, so thin the rim, think it so then all walk with him
What saintly robe can here expose this intense thing that so few know or what’s unseen, unsought, unjoined, unbought are lessons to teach to the guilty taught |
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Copyright Graeme Murphy 2000-2021 |
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Sanfransisco 1975 |