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economists and local oceanographers
with depth charges, looking for the next targets
rex of the text harvest
rain cheques for red carpets
blessed artist, vexed

I jump for you
Like a leap of kangaroo
I flock to you
A host of sparrows
By a moon
Gibbous and pales
A song of nightingales
And to kiss goodnight my

learned from you today

Childhood memories
Blown in from the wind
Sweetened by North Dakota
Harvest wheat
Hearing echoes of when I was three
In the silo

every step inside this comic maze
Driven by the deafening fear that I can't be saved
I can't be saved

This tower is my calling
It's questions I must

It's all around you
Something that no one seems to see
Shine like the Harvest Moon
Light the darkest night for me
I hear you talking
Notice the sparkle

Harvest moon, looking on
I swear I've been going through phases
Spills, and cheap thrills

Winters town, brings me down
Puts me to rest
I can't hold on,

the script
Surrounded by actors
Who would of known the boy from the hills would be so grounded
Never stagnant
Star gazing
Meditating
Incense fill the room
Sage

wait to hold
All that shines ain't always gold
By the time this letter will find you
I'll be riding back East by the harvest moon
 
It was late September

It's twilight on the prairie
The sun is going to bed
Harvest moon is rising
Stars shining overhead
Shadows dance by firelight
Cigar in my hand.

Looking out my window in June July August
The sun was overhead colored blood orange moon
All the nowhere people were trying to bring in their harvest

freedom
Long may we roam
‘Neath this harvest moon
Into my arms I’ll take all I can
My thoughts tonight are with
My thoughts tonight are with
My thoughts

Sailor Boy  
Music by Deborah Weitzman 
Words by Bill Greenwell

The Sailor boy sings a new shanty
Which rolls through the crew like a wave
The man

time
But not to skip a beat
She had a cottage by the sea
And by it, harvest herbs
She knew some secrets of the earth
And listened when it stirred
When

reign the tirade is mundane
My mind state an overrun brain, by the largest candles
In the sand and silt the harvest bring life
The scythe from anvil also

and spooning to their favorite tune
While the band played "Harvest Moon"
The rumor was that Hajalmer drove a rumble seat Ford
He parked it by the side of that

Womb of souls, dreaded life's destroyer 
The Black Widow that feeds on her doomed lover 
By the impassionate face of the moon above 
I yield

down in the valley of a poem as I shot the harvest moon
I gotta find me a woman who ain't got no plan
Gotta find me a woman who needs a man
Who's sunk

So many moons ago I left for lands
As a young man wandered
Past vast kingdoms, desolate deserts, treacherous forests
On my travels I encountered

But it burns, it sucks
Then it burns

Harvest the blood from the crypts
Cherish the first sip
Hunted 'neath a poison moon
You live to serve

Wind whispers through the cottonwood, a lonesome kind of tune
Rustlin' leaves like cattle movin' 'neath a harvest moon
This old porch swing creaks

Greetings, pathways old, and sunrises of gold,
Back I come, oh Vietnam, where my true story is told.

[Verse 2]
Heard from father, tales of harvest moons so

been, Thou forever wilt be
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold

Lost inside this garden
Surrounded by the grow
From forbidden seeds i harvest
Prayed the stars will kindly show
The leaves the truth about their

harvest moons
Silent now, where chaos once ballooned
The drums have faded, the bugles silenced
Left are the stories, in twilight's cadence

When the rivers