(UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
ON SUBWAY TILES
(to be played with banjo,
harmonica, and washboard )
You laid me flat
You laid me out
Don't count on no one
To bail me out
I picked the storm
I fought the wind
I went through hell
And back again
(Chorus)
And I would think
That I would cope
And I would think
That I would hope
(Repeat x 2)
That I would think..
Cause you don't care
And you don't see
What your words
Have done to me
(Repeat Chorus)
So I'll dig my grave
And make my bed
And wait for love
To knock me dead
(Repeat Chorus x 2)
(Door Slam, Silence)
12/16/00
VOLUME DOWN
How high the sky
How low the clouds
The city sighs
Without a sound
How soft the stars
How cool the breeze
How sharp the smell
Of the ginkgo trees
On a mystic night
I find release
In this strange light
I find a peace
So deep the silence
The crickets sing
I hear your voice
In everything.
10/17/02
Paynetown, MD...
(just S/W of the
Snow Hill city limits)...