Archive for August 2008
a good man is hard to find.
lucinda
” Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Skin was as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
Now I’ll never see heaven or home
I made a wish on silver of moonlight
A sly grin and a bowl full of stars
Like a kid who captures a firefly
And leaves it only to die in the jar
I thought I’d broke loose of Lucinda
The rain returned and so did the wind
I cast this burden on the god that’s within me
I leave this old world and go free
The devil dances inside empty pockets
But she never wanted money or pearls
No, that wasn’t enough for Lucinda
She wasn’t that kind of girl
Now I’ve fallen from grace for Lucinda
Whoever thought that hell would be so cold
I did well for an old tin can sailor
But she wanted the bell in my soul
I thought I’d broke loose of Lucinda
The rain returned and so did the wind
Now I’m telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I’ll be dead
No I’ll never see heaven or home “
cursed.
¿huir? mi especialidad
holter.
same hour, same day, same eyes, same feeling (different light & year)
.2007.
.2008.
