

To Cut Away Our HairTo Cut Away Our Hair - Jan. 5 / 07To Cut Away Our Hair
I and my love and I Before this all was sin Found a way to begin And then to go away Before our time to die,
There was a grand land there And peace was home to me A land so grand to see And then a plague did come To cut away our hair;


River RunRiver Run - Jan. 3 / 07River Run
The river runs Like ruins in snow And slow guns People shield hamps,
Guard your heart dear Live the good life Find steady job Love your good wife,
Run the love race Temple goddess lanterns Your pretty pretty face A grand arrangement,
Crawl like a wind fly Harrod the not so great A mask of division His reign too late;


ReasonsReasons? - Jan. 3 / 07Reasons
Such soft hair You haven’t a care The world is yours Find your love,
Endlessly streaming Strong and soft screaming The debate is on The show is here,
Look to the moon now Don’t buy any cow Wasting all your time Can’t find a reason;


HoleHole - Jan. 3 / 07Hole
A hold in the sun A bright shiny hole Illuminates my soul All I want is to run,
I can swim so deep Keep a carrier shirt Maintain good healthy flirt And refrain from too much peep,
Abstinence is the key to life Prey on the unsuspecting girl She’s a long lost shiny pearl And keeps away all strife,
Hear my heart how it beats Love me all the way Stay all night and day Turn up our heat;


A LoverBend me over What you see You may take I will make this easy for you Just leapA Lover
All of these delicately shallow things So very small So very important Essential Oh, my dear You are why these words are flowing with such ease You are good You are good Someone, me Reaches for you Your skin Your fingers Hair You I reach for you Against every odd
You walk away as a lover does A gorgeous blurred mess Stepping slowly A fog of sex, devotion A passion that is a need You can see it &nbs
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"The arc of time, the stench of sex,
The innocence you can't protect.
Each quarter note, each marble step,
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef."
- Bright Eyes
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"The arc of time, the stench of sex,
The innocence you can't protect.
Each quarter note, each marble step,
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef."
- Bright Eyes
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~holga ~toy-camera *SixbySix
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"The arc of time, the stench of sex,
The innocence you can't protect.
Each quarter note, each marble step,
Walk up and down that lonely treble clef."
- Bright Eyes
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Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
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