
Winter weather is not my soul
But the biding for spring...
Why’s everybody looking at me
Like there’s something fundamentally wrong
Like I’m a southern bird
That stayed north too long
Winter exposes the nest
Then I’m gone
I say get liquored up and take 'em to the peach tree dance
2 comments:
Jesus save that shit for Twitter will ya?
Just preparing for his new album, where's your sense of Bill Callahan? Pah, Philistine.
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