snippet from september 30, 14
september 30, 14
could i do it with just one finger
and a handful of stones
with a swollen foot
on the bank
i'm thinking of home

I will climb up a tree
crawl out to it's sleeves
with a tear sting in my eye
I will hang by my tie
i'm thinking of home

and as i touch down to the sand
i won't sink i will land
with a crooked mouth smile
force the dirt from the dial
i'm thinking of home

i will shoe my swollen toes
pocket a handful of stones
with my spine torn back
I will whistle down the track
on my way home



hang my hands from the sky

so when summer is done
and the rain hits the gutters
i will press my face to the glass
i will press my face to the glass
i will press my face to the glass


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to think i was a good old sport
mashing it together into a searing talk
i am like a faded pair of jeans






i'd like to take you all to another place
different to the same place
all these worn out jokers take you to

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