Like horses falling through sand, they are out there now... I've got a blazer of whiskey left and enough stretchers to carry the dead, now, but I can't save the burning birds...
Charles Bukowski poem that Pretty & Twisted (Johnette Napolitano from Concrete Blonde) made into a gorgeous song. That album is pretty good, maybe try to find it.
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you say the things change ... my dear
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on 2003-11-11 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-11-11 08:08 am (UTC)I've got a blazer of whiskey left and enough stretchers to carry the dead, now, but
I can't save the burning birds...
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on 2003-11-11 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
on 2003-11-11 09:54 am (UTC)