just a sliver of a moon as i walk thru this town yea it is trash night and i am sacred bound i am counting my steps and i am looking at my hands i am feeling your skin some might say that i am a bird in the wind i learned how to…

you tell me what you want you tell what you need i cant give you nothing honey but this pretty little seed where has the sun gone and is it gone forever will it come back someday should we just give it some time i ask you what…

the clock on the wall is watching the window the shades are at half mast for what i do there are regrets just over that horizon but i know i know i can count on you i think of a time when i was unwilling the dark days i counted with a mark on…

From the Grackle Second Sunday Jam Darrin-microtonal guitar Mark H-baritone guitar Sharron-bongos,tambourine Kavin.-prepared resonator guitar, percussion Matt-percussive bass

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