—On a rainy Wednesday morning that's the day that I was born on
In the old sharecropper’s one room country shack
—Don’t worry, if there’s a hell below, we’re all going to go.
—I don’t have to sell my soul, he’s already in me.
—Well the drunken clowns still hanging around. But it’s plain, the laughter’s all died down.
—Out of bed at eight am, out my head at half past ten 10.
—In the back seat of my heart, my love tells me I am a mess.
—In the Morelos mountains campesinos are planting their fields.
—We’ve got a brand new way of living down here in Austin, Texas.
—Well he’s a wino tried and true.
—Let’s not forget the constitution.
—Where concrete meets the railroad tracks, the cinders touch the ties.
—Lightning never strikes any more, but I can’t make it rain because it would only lightning again.
—I don’t remember his name but the bass player from the house band was the only one to escape from the Coconut Grove.
—Let the products sell themselves, fuck advertising, commercial philosophy
—Won’t you let me walk you home from school?
—There is fiction in the space between the lines on your page of memories
—I go to places we used to go