A fool smells the dirt

ten shells i sent to you
Ten shells I sent to you
I pierced them from the sullen stream
That ran in back of my house
When I was a boy~



The pennies on the train tracks
The hiding behind a tree~ so we don't get nailed
Duck motherfucker, 

I can hear, my ears to the steel.



I can see the oil next to the tracks; 

I thought I was a millionaire
16yrs old and high
The girls waiting for me at the garage tomorrow.



Tell me why
I have been tired and fooled,
I imagine things that make me a loving tool, as I elate.

 Laded and in a state.



The passes into the memory
Tell me what is due to you and me,
I should have known time before
That my white stone made my feel slide.

I woke up @ 5am
I'd had a dream that the train was coming in

Looking at the sky.



Wake up and hear the morning
Take loose and throw the moorings


Float down and let the river take you where it wants it.

Fuck heavily and live heavy
Blow back the smoke that hits your eyes

The cellar's nice and cold.


I can sleep there when I decide to stop.