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Monday, August 10, 2009

Wait
I watched you throw out your bouquet
Now I think about you every day
And I'm alone now in my bed
And there's a lake
And at the bottom you'll find all my friends
They don't swim cause they're all dead
They never are what we intend
Or invent
'Cause I made little lies, and then I pulled them apart
Think something dark's living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should've started some years ago digging that hole
Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it fade away
I hope that you would do this for me
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me
And here
A deer hunter shot in the heart
Some dogs that got hit by cars
All came to spill their guts
And we spoke
About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
And which songs we had loved the most
And then we all turned to dirt
And dust
Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold
Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I know that you would do this for me
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me
I'm slowly bringing you down from the Heavenly gates
Now I'm drowning in a flood of people that scream
I know you'll be on the other side
I will watch your back when I die
Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I know that you would do this for me
I'd serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me


Thursday, May 21, 2009

kul-anaya fir minh ka
abadan ahatman enna ajab
hayya'alal falal qad qamadis alah
haqq: la illaha il allah


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Don't it strike you how
it's the same moon shining?
And it's shining down on us here. . .
. . .and shining down on
that little girl who's my wife.                   
It's the same moon. . .
. . .that'll be shining
when we go to war.
Same moon that's shining down on
those boys getting shot.
Don't it strike you what it means?
How each of us is a bit of everything.
And everything is shit.
I know that back home. . .  
. . .preacher be talking about
right and wrong.
About the Lord and God and Jesus.
But you know. . .
. . .if the Lord or God or Jesus. . .
. . .be standing here right now. . .
. . .he'd say, "Cantwell. . .
. . .you forget about
all these promises.
You forget about what all anybody say.
And you forget about all them
big Sunday fancy ideas.
Even what we tell you.
You look up there.
Did you ever see such a moon?


Wednesday, November 28, 2007


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Sunday, November 25, 2007


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