free ballad
shooting up raggedy winds
blood crimson frost
faraway nights,
Montreal, she’s there
tender eyed
walking lightstreaks ahead of me
I stumble shiny stockyards into
morning future fogs
yesteryear tattoos fading on thin dreamrail hearts
she never liked to walk as a kid
ice creams summers along the Seine
she loves me,
gotta fly
wwoz on, funky as ever
in the midnite boil
a lot of me in her
torn tender grasses, blue moon trances
as lampposts gleam broad street
endless roads await her hot tire rampage tracks
purr, run the engine
it’s all yours baby
Horror Sleaze Trash 