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At some point I told myself
I would find us all a place and we would move down south
I'd buy us some acres in the Carolinas or Georgia
I think by

Steel Ribbon Road - by Sam Baardman

c friend of mine is marking time
On the steel ribbon road
Says he's long stopped pulling
Now he's just part

with not being caught by police
Was running hot
Like a crap's player on a streak
When you hit it, you just run with it
He always told me
We had so much

here spins me through a loop all year
Cascade down the silver moon your light beams to me too soon
And the four winds blow
With a magnitude
And you find

minstrel hands alone
By other fingers played it yields not half the tone

Drink to her who long hath waked the poet's sigh
The girl who gave to song what

to plan

Treehouse view
Creek below
Coffee by the window
Couple days in paradise
Heavy feeling creeped in slow
Parted lips
Cigarette smoke
Standing asking

My luggage is too heavy. 
 My heart is heavy, too. 
 Lights caught by the window 
 my cab comes in view. 
 A traveler is looking 
 at the new sign

Beneath the Earth, in a cave by the sea
I behold the gate, in my hand; silver key
Just past the threshold a voice beckons me
I take a step forward

For all my boys out there, my fucking day ones
PLASTIC! Nothing comparable to my dogs standing by my side
Fuck em OPS, they're elastic
Shapeshifting

the dogs bark
Between us and them there is still a large gap
The gods told me "be ready the storm's back"
My name is screamed by all the arena
I'm

Day by day we clutch our silver linings
I'd rather swim in radiant yellow sunbeams
As I try to drift away
Into serene violet haze
The gray bleeds

Your dad gave you his silver sedan
The kind for big kids and their mortgages
Pocket watches and patronage
I was playing hopscotch in the back
When

Can you turn it up
About to turn it up

Rage
Only thing that make me sane
.925 silver melted thru my veins
I'm a cold blooded warrior
Hallowed be thy

Her silver shimmer glow, the coming show. Fluorescent 'electric show about to blow. She told me when it goes she never wants to be that cold. Her

In the darkroom locked herself inside
Irises like leaves decide
From orange to blue
Expose what whims can do
By absent vibrant sight
Bright side

Lights go out, see pretty girls
Days go by, see days for miles
Cigarettes and whisky slurs
Heroin and trashy smiles


I have come to have fun
Street

Your cool as silver
Your heart it glitters
You make me quiver, shiver
Got me like oooooh
Your cool as silver
Your heart it glitters
You make me

the town were I’m from I can't find anything right
And when I do, it turns to be just another blight
No silver bullet, crucifix or superstition
Can give me

We sail through endless skies

Stars shine like eyes

The black night sighs



The moon in silver trees

Falls down in tears

Light of the night

and chores
7, 8, 9, 10 tickin' tickin' time
Getting sicker every little second tickin' by

It's that new world shit
"Stuck on defence like I'm handcuffed in

I'm running out of spots to go my time is borrowed
I never really mind
I'm running out of things to do tell me what's new
Need a silver line or two

the Ganja.

One day I had to catch a train from Birmingham to London
half way on my journey was approached by this white roughian.
With greasy hair and scruffy

What it keeps in, can it keep out
So close but it blocks my touch
See through the wall that blocks my hand
And only the light can get by
Pristine

cheek 
We are what we eat 
The weak have such tender meat
Tonight we feast

Welcome nuclear winter
Hibernation in humanity's splinters 
Broken by its own