simple assemblage using 2 images of which I'm now not sure from where I pulled
Now that you're home you can finally lay down,
Little has changed with the weight of the rain,
It is too hot here, words are not needed
On and on.
Damien Jurado, Return to Maraqopa
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The empty tank is us
Expired milk is us
This is a test of trust
Better meet me here at dawn
Hop the wooden fence
Run past the sleeping hens
If you had any sense
You'd meet me here at dawn
Find the memory
erase it from your mind
just give it up
Our friends and family
will all get left behind
we'll give them up
I'm gone as light is shot
whether you come or not
I think you know you ought
To meet me here at dawn
Find the memory
confront it like a crime
Beat it up
Your clothes and precious things
will all get left behind
Give them up
Forget the painful past
Let go of all you grasp
This is the last I'll ask
To meet me here at dawn
LISTEN: Meet Me Here At Dawn; Cass McCombs // images via pinterest • • •