Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains
Shenandoah river -
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growin like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

All my memories gathered round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrops in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice
In the mornin hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin down the road I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, now country roads
Take me home, now country roads

My mother, the poor fish, staging eternal
Charades and parades, for the raging inferno
Wanting to be happy, beaten all the while
Asking me always: "Why don't you ever smile?"
And she'd show me how to do it,
mother and wife
It was the saddest smile I ever saw in my life
It hurt worse than death but for her sake I tried
And one day all of those goldfish died
Hurricane, forest fire, out of control
Eyes open, floating on the water in the bowl
And when my father came home,
he walked through the door
And threw those fish to the cat
on the kitchen floor
And the wind died too and I was still a child
And the three of us watched as my mother smiled




Good God.

This post was edited by Gorikain on Oct 25 2009 07:30pm

War of the masses, the outcome disastrous.
Many of the victim's families save they ashes.

Would you leave me alone
My sweet Simone
If I lay on my back
Down below on the track
Remember the night
How Id wade in the water
Be counting the stars
And starting me over
They shine,
Your eyes;
Gonna make me rain,
Gonna make you rise
When Im gone, Baby, dont you forget it
I did all I did
Just to get through to heaven
Got no mother she cant find me
Got no father he gonna blind me
Little girls might twitch at the way I itch
But when I burn its a son of a bitch

Hold on. hold on
Hold on, all misery gone
Hold on. hold on
Hold on, all misery gone

Make me, shake me bleed, all over
Going down to the ground
In deep black water
Lets ride suicide
Say what you want, but you make it dont lie
Dont let me down, Baby, on a bed of hard thistle
Gonna die when I drown just to have it away
Those lies in my eyes
Push you down in the river till you testify
My mother, she dont know me
And my father, he cant own me
Little girls might twitch at the way I itch
But the way I burn is a son of a bitch
Make me, shake me, deep black water
Gonna run through my pain, gonna make it rain
Baby Im gone, so dont you forget it
I did all I did just to get through to heaven

Hold on. hold on
Hold on, all misery gone
Hold on. hold on
Hold on, all misery gone

If you could hear me love
Id tell to you my story
To you and only you
So love that you might save me
I woke up from a dream
I woke up I was crying
I saw an animal
With eyes like mine on fire
I saw my own true love
She was a sullen flowers
Was she forget-me-nots
White lilies or red roses
And then from far away
Whos that I see come riding
Upon a pale white horse
Come riding fast as lightning
Oh, If you can hear me love
Id tell you my story
So that you might save me
So that you might save me
So that you might save me
So that you might save me

Herman will not bow down to gravity.
Falling, he catches up to himself mid air just before the ground smacks.
Pull throat, they call him.
Sharp turner.
Nothing touches the ground here.
Ground is a capacity.
He sees that.
He falls back.
He patches parachutes together with a kite knife.
It's big enough to raise him in the updrafts
Where he hides himself away inside halos of air
Outlined in the belief that this life
it's gonna work itself out.

She starts her new diet of liquor and dick
Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick.
The sun goes down, and so does she
The sun goes down, and so does she
Sold out the love that she had with a cut of the throat
Drinks all round on her, before she strolls to the moat.
The sun goes down, and so does she.
The sun goes down, and so does she.
Count your fucking blessings!

WUTANG WUTANG!

She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
til you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who will listen...

one
two
three
four
out of five

Disciples come join with me, to save a failed humanity.
Follow the god of cyanide into the new eternity