blue eyes is still roaming around wearing his clown-like pants and dirty smile. he's got plans to go somewhere, even though he's stuck in a slow moving town. he's got fat folders with proposals and a clever business card...
i just want to sit here and be quiet. drink coffee. look around.
so sublime when the stars
are aligned but you don't know
the greatness you are
cary brothers
wearing a clown dress, climbing bluffs like a wildman, and singing songs by Fishbone. had a bag full of ice cream and lots of sex under my belt...
could not undo the years of your nestling under my skin or seeping into my marrow.
i just want to sing
a song with you, i just
want to be the one that's
true
cary brothers
i want this to stop now. don't know if i'm dreaming or you're sending secret messages across the atmosphere, wishful thinking only dreamers have...