I'm going out to clean the pasture spring
I had been looking forward to divorce
One of my wishes is that those dark trees
I'll go to the garage for your fucking fags
I dwell in a lonely house, I know
The room sizzles in the morning sun
My sorrow, when she's here with me
They are French, so they know about eating
I left you in the morning
Absent fathers wait in parks
He vaults the barrier, runs
We make ourselves a place apart
drunken yobs in Ben Shermans kicking the shit out of each other
I never shagged a Hollywood siren
A penguin, a donkey, a piano
The mountain held the town as in a shadow
Once my grandfather ate a tree
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
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