Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Most I Can Say for Townes Van Zandt

Autumn is still waiting underneath all of this
The plates breaking on the solitude

The wilderness of numbness
The mirrors that can only blind

Sin is all that Man is good for
That's how we live together
Squeezing out each others souls like paper towels

And yapping like Dalmatians
The answers to our questions
To please a face of stone

Oh that rock is mighty handy
To keep my ass from floating