It's hustle to bustle beneath drainpipe sewers. And nothing but nothing could trade steaks for their skewers. My mind's indecision comes couth in the mirror but no one else knows what insanity incurs. It's too intrepid to dream and too strange to differ. Yet so goes the stripes of cloth, dingy and dirged through their … Continue reading Title
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What follows was written in chunks from beginning to end one morning yesterday. The melody followed, and my notes are included here. Song to come shortly. Thoughts in the Belfry part one Oh to con society and figure on sleep. Oh to be a weary man who can't very well see what is rush houred … Continue reading Thoughts In the Belfry (a folk song)
