Float up that 40 Creek again. Thinking about you, I can taste that bitter end I chased down with lime, and I pretend that I've got some kind of foolish pride left to defend.
But I buried my heart in your back yard, next to your juniper. I buried my heart in your back yard, where everything grows and dies.
Two hundred kilometer lead. On the obedient end of the choke chain, a throat bleeds. But you can't waste time, 'cause it wastes itself on the wrists and walls of the young, and on their health.
Not gonna find me.
Not the best parts, anyway.
It took a shovel just to set me free.
credits
from It's Not A Record,
released September 3, 2012
Recorded and performed by Jesse Fellows, 2011
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