Wickedjohnandthedevil

Everything is fine The liquor and the wine Were intended to last us till springtime But check under the bed Or the cabinet by your head And I think you will like what you find there Or at least you’ll like it by the time we’re through…

I’ve been lonesome and forlorn One fine day I shall be yourn Crossing rivers mountain thyme I need to see my dear Caroline I need to see Caroline Caroline once called my name Held my hand and looked my way Tied my gifts with sisal twine…

I woke up alone inside some room I’d never seen before I slipped out in cold and rain crossed Merrimon a bit deranged And I could see myself reflected in the convex mirror glass And I could see myself in astral planes above the mountain pass…

Everything is fine The liquor and the wine Were intended to last us till springtime But check under the bed Or the cabinet by your head And I think you will like what you find there Or at least you’ll like it by the time we’re through…

Mind rearranger Mind rearranger Mind rearranger Package on the doorstep’s meant for me Notification came of cosmic delivery wrapped in silver plastic please haul it in first time I bought one I knew I would again Mind…

Seventh Heaven baseball cards No slip-n-slides once it gets dark The moneys in the coffee can Out there you’ll find the promised land I know it I rolled the pennies, swept the floor Put folded shirts in dresser drawers Lit the candle…

When I was young I tiptoed the garden And then I salted all that I could see The summer sun it seemed a yoke upon me But no so much for the open-hearted leaves August came around while I was sleeping September grasses bent under my feet…

Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…

Sunday morning, no such luck My head is dizzy, it’s bright as fuck I’m dying I make my way to south French broad Lumbering wondering where she’s gone or something I see Sam he’s in the same shape as me Bundled in funneling misery by the…

Spinning like the wheel Painted on the temple Does the wheel turn slowly Or is it me that moves? I can count the hours And I can name the prophets Kept like silver spoons Struck like wooden matches Should I call it sleep or divine…

No one grumbles in the pine woods No one cries when morning comes See the stars fade into daylight See the footprints in the snow My god could it be more certain? My god could I take the wheel for now? Ice made still the rushing waters…

I was in deep at second, my heels in the outfield - full count No one left out on the bases, familiar faces, the heat breaks a cloud Hands red from the clay dirt as I held up my glove to my faaaaaaace It smells just the way I remember, the…

Everyone is writing songs inside their heads Waking up from sleeping in their unmade beds I cleared out space in springtime to make room for the fall I wrote you words of kindness, but I won’t speak them at all The kudzu choked the hillside…