im not usually much of a lyrics poster, not for a few years anyways. but i have this song stuck in my head and its making me feel nostalgic. i am SO RESTLESS lately.
it's called "Sunken Waltz" by Calexico. Highly recommended.
Washed my face in the rivers of Empires. Made my bed from a cardboard crate, down in the city of quartz.
No news, no new regrets. Tossed a Susan B. over my shoulder, and prayed it would rain and rain, and submerge the whole western states.
Call it a last fair deal, with an American seal and corporate handshake.
Take the story of carpenter Mike. Packed his tools and his keys and left, and headed out as far as he could, past the cities and gated neighborhoods. And he slept neath the stars, wrote down what he dreamt. And he built a machine for no one to see. And took flight at first light in the morning.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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then he ate what he thought was wild potato. But it wasn't. it was poisonous. He died. Then some moose hunters found him in that old bus.
Sad Sean Penn movies aside - we must travel.
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