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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…

Anticlimactic jam in a time signature not yet known to man. Maybe 6/8

I’m light and love Until I go broke I’m nothing but smiles TIL I’m on my last smoke And if the suns not in my eyes I could tell you a joke “It only gets better? Let’s leave it to hope” I’m a fair weather vain TIL the rain makes me…

Darlin I been dreamin about the moon on the prairie The way our voices carry, the song on the radio Arm out the window, dipper in the sky On a solstice night Darlin I been dreamin about the breeze on the water The mountain and her daughter…