Wednesday, March 9, 2011

It's a sunset, somewhere.

A lazy Wednesday morning...and some random ramblings.

are you a romantic or a classicist? 
Where's your sense of bad timing, when you're always early?

 You're a ray of dusty light through the knoll in my barn house/ you're a little beam of sun spit/a little bit of somethin' else.

If you let your little light shine/don't forget to let it flicker/let it waver in the musk/let it breathe, not cough and sputter.

Hold your hands tight/you're just a little ray of sunshine/a little beam of dusty light/a little bit of somethin' else.