(𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴: 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 "𝘐 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘉𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘥") well, i wanna start a band and i think it would be grand we could play our songs, gonna be big stars write a couple cracking songs everyone could sing along i tell you, lads, we're gonna go far and if we stick together, our music could change the world if we stick together, our music could change the world we'd be on the radio, and we'd be playing sold-out shows they'd come from miles around to hear us play hit records and screaming fans Ed Sullivan and American Bandstand the boys and girls would never stray and if we stick together, our music could change the world if we stick together, our music could change the world well, i wanna start a band and i think it would be grand we could play my songs, gonna be a big star, now we'd be on the radio, and we'd sell out every show i tell you, lads, i’m gonna go far, now well, i wanna start a band yes, i wanna start a band wanna start a band oh yeah alright

standing on the corner of broadway my hat down off my head the sun beats down on the courthouse square and i’m waiting on some bread oh yeah, you been running through my mind gotta get out of here to a place the dogs won’t find well, i do my work in the morning and i say my prayers at night ain’t got no vice but an artist's life and i sure ain’t winning no fights oh yeah, you been running through my mind gotta get out of here to a place the dogs won’t find lying in the dust of the mission got stopped to the sound of the bell the cop said “son, better carry that card or you’ll wind up in a cell” oh yeah, you been running through my mind gotta get out of here to a place the dogs won’t find i’m gonna douse myself in ashes, i’m gonna shake and dance alone im gonna paint my nails and my lips blood red and walk these boots on home oh yeah, you been running through my mind gotta get out of here to a place the dogs won’t find oh yeah, you been running through my mind gotta get out of here to a place the dogs won’t find gotta get out of here to a place the dogs won’t find

misty-cool and dim by four pm banana slugs and dripping boughs i strayed and left the card game in the tent betty cash, where are you now twigsnap, come suddenly the reckoning deep scent of petrichor and pine like some primordial and weary king a piece of him, forever mine open your eyes don’t be afraid i’m come alive i believe i believe i believe wet tires whispering on the midnight street gas station coffee on the curb should i sing praises for the wild and sweet my shaking hands and healing herbs and i remember when you held my head each trust as noble as the first a grainy video, a riverbed our mystery raw and unrehearsed open your eyes (i believe i believe i believe i believe i believe) don’t be afraid (i believe i believe i believe i believe i believe) i’m come alive (i believe i believe i believe i believe i believe) i believe i believe i believe where Klamath River flows out from Bluff Creek there is a cut into the bark a secret sentinel too old to speak my face and hand forever marked up by McMinnville out to Sheridan the night sky hides a furtive glow you are the one i want with me, my friend we happy few, we few that know open your eyes (a thousand redwoods sing into the upper atmosphere) (i believe i believe i believe i believe i believe) don’t be afraid (an ancient light that shines out through the foggy wilderness) )i believe i believe i believe i believe i believe) i’m come alive (a mother’s cradle is the foothills of the mountain range) (i believe i believe i believe i believe i believe) i believe i believe i believe

blank face faker slit tongue teller black dream breaker slick speech seller you’re a needle in the gums, yeah you’re a fire in the fold you’re blind and i’m dumb, yeah you broke what you stole yeah you’re a liar with your hands now let’s see you lie through broken teeth i know your secrets and i see your sins and if i meet you on the street, well (and i think you already know who sent me) treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children see what happens stand and count your beads up start running i’m coming i got oil on my face and a red tooth and i’m gunning i got feathers on my bent back got a box with some things in it a book of photos and a cricket bat and a bottle with a rag in it and when you finally come to the end of your life and the lord comes down with all his angels around and he looks at you and all that you’ve been through and all that you’ve done he’s gonna spit in your face he’s gonna send you to the other place treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children see what happens treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children treat me like your children yeah

goodbye little sister, hello it’s been too long, and there’s someone i should get to know. been driving all night, and there’s miles to go been driving all night, and there’s miles to go when your words fall empty and meaning is gone it’s only the beautiful blackness before the bright dawn you’ll be all right, if you’ll only hold on you’ll be all right, if you’ll only hold on like the fog on the glass on a rainy day or the pictures that hang in the hall there is something of you that feels like home for me won't you give me a call goodbye little sister, hello i can hold on if you want, or i can let go. just close your eyes, and focus on the car radio just close your eyes, and focus on the car radio the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

a thousand redwoods sing into the upper atmosphere "𝘐𝘵'𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴- 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥." an ancient light that shines out through the foggy wilderness "𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐- 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴." "𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦- 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥- 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥- 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴? 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯..." "𝘚𝘰, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵."

("𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘑-") bleed me dry sell my bones won't you call me up tonight cause i'm on my own wear that dress beat them drums you got it all in your snow globe smile come on and give me some "𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶" cellophane faces in a ticker tape parade camera 2 is on you, better bow your head and pray lord they tell me that these cats are f-f-famous in LA won't you take take take take take take take it all away have you heard the transmission from the tool shed their sounds make me wanna shout they’re wild when they move, got a platinum groove oh, they’re so far out bleed me dry sell my bones won't you call me up tonight cause i'm on my own wear that dress beat them drums you got it all in your snow globe smile come on and give me some well i’m better off than i’ve ever been i’m clean off your love and the noise i walk like a queen with a gunmetal sheen and i don't think i wanna be your toy oh no, boy have you heard the transmission from the tool shed their sounds make me wanna shout (make me wanna twist and shout) they’re wild when they move, got a platinum groove oh, he’s so strung out bleed me dry sell my bones won't you call me up tonight cause i'm on my own wear that dress beat them drums you got it all in your snow globe smile come on and give me some i can't sit but i can't stand been seven weeks since i saw land i can't sit but i can't stand been seven weeks since i saw land

laundromats and parking lots fluorescents on the bruise i brought somewhere there’s a radio a smile goes round, they like the song around the car the movie scene i watch the thick air in between and the stoplights change and i'm a paperweight in sunlight, i’m a butterfly in lucite, i’ll be alright to my strained imagination i’m a stranger at the station on a hot night sunlight and maple leaves archival grass-stained blue jeans 47 miles from here you were laughing when you left the beach a silent weight, the bonfire made the independence day parade and the jasmine blooms and i'm a paperweight in sunlight, i’m a butterfly in lucite, i’ll be alright to my strained imagination i’m a stranger at the station on a hot night tan hands and a steering wheel the wordless white noise world to feel top down, turn the music on candy sky, i’m gone, i’m gone, i’m gone do you know me now? would you feel the same?

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐- 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘶𝘮, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥… 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. [𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦] 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦- 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯-“

𝘐𝘤𝘩𝘪, 𝘯𝘪, 𝘴𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘪 it will have been one year on monday, 8:30 pm god, i’m not old enough to have been so much younger then can’t recall conversations barefoot in the parking lot when the hummingbird had hit the ground, how can we know what we are not i took a train to the city to see the parade o, how the buildings laughed down at me and i had to call a car you sat on the floor and i painted my face with all the plans we meant to make was i hot to your touch? (i could make it better) were you feeling too much? (you put it in your letter) was your house on the hill? (your head on my shoulder) could i feel it stand still? (and i keep getting older) did you just get older? as from Sierras’ early morning or a late night drive home the headlights bleed out in the fog when my eyes sting with smoke chipped nails and missed sleepovers, postcards wane from rusted pipes like that step through air, that missing stair, i know things change but change needs light i drove out to Arizona, i had to get away i have my weight—a balanced measure of ten billion desert stars i sit on the floor and i cover my face from all the plans we meant to make was i hot to your touch? (i could make it better) were you feeling too much? (you put it in your letter) was your house on the hill? (your head on my shoulder) could i feel it stand still? (and i keep getting older) did you just get older?

the evening’s over, the show is done, the smiling crowd is leaving, tomorrow brings another one wipe off your glitter, turn out the light, hold my hand, and say goodnight another triumph, we knocked 'em dead, adrenaline ebbing like the roar still pounding in my head sodium street lights suit you even better than the lime hold me close, let’s say goodnight ("𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵")