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20070327 - Making Faces

from The Song Diary I by Paleo

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MAKING FACES

On the day I was born
there was a rain coming down,
and a fog walked the water of the Fox.

Metal cars made a braid
of their way around town.
There is fog setting foot on the docks.

I believe things happen for a reason.
That if you seek, you too will be found.
By the hunter in your season.
He purrs and puts the key in.
Blood oranges for bloodier hounds.

There is a piece of the deer
in the passenger seat.
Even the moon cannot see through the smoke.

Still my terrapin heart,
hide your head in my head.
We're alive. Idiot God and His jokes.

I believe things happen for a reason.
That if you seek, you too will be found.
By the hunter in your season.
He purrs and puts the key in.
Blood oranges for bloodier hounds.

Such a steam on the street
that had baked in the sun
danced away with like a children in the rain.

Making faces at the fog,
I will fish with a gun,
drinking dishwater, canes for legs.

I believe things happen for a reason.
That if you seek, you too will be found.
By the hunter in your season.
He purrs and puts the key in.
Blood oranges for bloodier hounds.

On the day I was born
with a rain on my tongue,
and a fog walking water to the fox.

Today a man got his hand
caught inside the machine,
like a key eaten up by a lock.

I believe things happen for a reason.
That if you seek, you too will be found.
By the hunter in your season.
He purrs and puts the key in.
Blood oranges for bloodier hounds.
Blood oranges for bloodier hounds.

On the day I was born
there was a rain coming down.

DAS - Lacrosse, Wisconsin, USA

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from The Song Diary I, released April 15, 2007

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