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It was the strangest week

I come to in the county seat

With my hands tied fast behind my back

Remembering, running through the rotting leaves…

St. Nike, please, help me now

The fox, the fawn, the floodlight drawn

Illuminates everything, and all you ever wanted to see

Be careful what you do with all your choices

And don’t give up the fantasies for lies

And don’t believe everything that you hear

Cause they’re alcoholics who can’t dream

And they want you to feel the same

And you know you’ve got to listen to the wind

Before you’re taken in

At the brook

You know I couldn’t read the signs

I crossed my eyes on the dotted lines

That fence post looks familiar

So does the painted horse… Which way to turn now

Is it left or right?

Confusion in everything I see

Oh little stranger, what have you done?

You’re a suicidal in the setting sun

Oh and is it a dream?

But if it’s real what does it mean?

It’s a hummer made of Hollandaise and glass

Drinking glasses filled with gin and gasoline

An iPod with 10,000 boring songs

But isn’t there one summing up the terrible summer you’ve just had?

Sinner man, Nina Simone, The other woman…

And where you gonna run to now my friend?

Now that the Evening Descends

A well lit heated castle in the sky

With Simon Belmont, Doris Day, and Camel Lights

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