Rake

I used to wake, and run with the moon

I lived like a rake, and a young man.

I covered my lovers, with flowers and wounds

my laughter the devil would frighten.

My body was sharp, the dark air clean

and outrage my joyful companion.

Whispering women, how sweet did they seem

kneeling for me to command them.

And time was like water, but I was the sea

I’d have never noticed it’s passing

except the turning of night, into day

and the turning of day into cursing..

… i’m not listening to ……….. folk music …. its so ….. i have to draw the line somewhere its interesting probly good in tiny doses i love wreck of edmund fitzgerald spose you like gordon? (gordon lightfoot as opposed to gordon the bigfoot from saskatchewan)

brother flower. you like that one? which flower are you? the pansy, i am delta premium pure white. you can be the purple cultivar. blue is nice but we’d have to fight over that. i might kill you in which case delta pure yellow is like a little sunshine. if you want. he wrote about shoes. i’m tying mine on now. i could fly to you? i cant land. wave to the peachy balloon as i make a pass. ok. bye

actually he sounds like a reputable artist. except for brother flower but meh. and the tower song. and in dollar bill blues the violin was so loud as to be threatening to my ears but it doesnt play through the whole song so i like that one too.

that could be said about a lot of song writers

my first cassette was buddy holly, didnt buy it per se but found it in an abandoned house we fell in love then i found out he was dead sucked