Blood from a stone
Water from wine.
Born under earplay design.
A
stroke of bad luck,
wrong place, wrong time.
This flyer is out of the
lime.
The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying
times.
Just add water, stir in lime.
How the west was won and where it got
us.
Canary got trapped, the uranium mine.
A stroke of bad luck, now the bird
has died.
A marker to mark where my tears run dry.
I cross it, bless it,
alkali.
The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying
times.
Just add water, stir in lime.
How the west was won and where it got
us.
I didn’t wear glasses cause I thought it might rain.
Now I can’t see
anything.
I made a mistake, chalked it up to design.
I cracked through
time, space, Godless and dry.
I point my nose to the northern star,
Watch
the decline from a hazy distance.
The story is a sad one, told many times.
The story of my life in trying
times.
Just add water, stir in lime.
How the west was won and where it got
us.
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