folklore – Near Zero Blog

Lock up the Farm (redone) Money for charms, money for lust, money for hope, love aint enough, you took your

Scratch Lyrics from Elvis Angel, the Wandering Minstrel

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my

Written in Romy’s 50th year. “Memories bleed through the day that i see as I turn in shallows wandering,

Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering

the experience, the voice of the third eye… peel away the fetter blow away the tether pump and turn forever

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He

i’ve found you, silhouette, bent, shrunken shriveled but still, you never weave or bleed or feel regret never seem to

“im warning you superego says the little guy, ima gonna sockya in the eye! and superego is like, pfff go

sinew and steel, this corpse that rules the pieces in my eye, measuring peace, measuring its store, measuring the fate