From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand o'er a strange inversion
A vacancy that just did not belong
The child is gone”
And I'll keep kicking the crap till it's gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle, I bet I'll be
Able to move on.”
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope that's it."
There's Fiona with breakfast…
All day and all night…
At the movies…
Singing along with the oldies…
Before going to bed…
And the reason I can die now:
(Alright I know this is probably not copacetic with the library police. The videos are off youtube and the pictures are from an unnoted photographer in an unremembered newspaper from a show in Phoenix in 2006. And everything is Fiona's -- as always).
