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20060926 - Years Young

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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YEARS YOUNG


Baby, you can count on me backwards,
standing in the gauze of the fool's mate gaze.
She was a junky for the opium of hoping,
hoping that the wind was gonna put her in her place.


She says, what if life is just a phase that we are going through,
and then our handshaking wings knit the air?
When that brand of wisdom's in your pipe, try not to smoke it.
Questions are like walking in the tracks of a bear.


Don't be nervous.


Let's go out for drinks at the deadwood,
dreams are my imaginary friends.
Indians and cowboys in the graveyard.
Promises to get us into bed.
I won't look as pretty in the morning.
She'll have trouble looking at me in the eyes.
When you promise me that you intend to call me,
funny that I never tire of hearing that lie.


Don't be nervous.
Don't be nervous.


From the setting up,
to the dressing down,
to the mezza nines,
to the gutter bells,
to the boiling bees,
to the living dead,
to the evergreens,
to the evergreens.


If you have things to offer maybe you should speak up,
the ingress and the egress of your mind,
like a high harmony of fuckin trumpets,
instead of just sitting in the seat that you're assigned.


Don't be nervous — this is it.




DAS - North Manchester, Indiana, USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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