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Death was everywhere, in the air and in the sounds coming off the mounds of Bolton’s Ridge. Death was in the staring sun, fixing its eyes on everyone. I see men come and go but there’ll be one who will collect my soul and come to me. Two-thousand miles away – it lays open like a road.
A bank of red earth, dripping down death, now, and now, and now. Oh my Catherine – your eyes smiling and your mouth singing – with time I’d have won you.
I’ll bet you never thought I’d try – your mouth, my love, was open wide. You’ve got me nailing walls, I’m hanging from the ceiling! Even as I held her she went out looking for someone. Three lines of traffic edge past The Ministry of Social Affairs.
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It rattled the bones of the Light Horsemen still lying out there in the open as we, advancing in the sun sing, Angelene My first name, Angelene. Love for money is my sin – any man calls, I’ll let him in. Dear God, life ain’t kind – people getting born and dying, but I’ve heard there’s joy untold laying open on that road in front of me. Beautiful Feeling Sometimes I can see for miles Through water and fire From England to America I feel life meet my eyes And it’s the best thing A beautiful feeling A smile from San Diego He is still a boy Two ends to every rainbow And a train from Mexico But he’s the best thing A beautiful feeling And when I watch you move And I can’t think straight And I am silenced And I can’t think straight It’s the best thing such a beautiful feeling I don’t need much and the older I become I realise my friendships will carry me over any cause of strangeness and any cause of distance The friends that last will dance one more time with me I don’t need much but this I need Big Exit Look out ahead, see danger come I want a pistol, I want a gun I’m scared baby, I want to run this world’s crazy, give me the gun Baby, baby, ain’t it true I’m immortal when I’m with you but I want a pistol in my hand I want to go to different lands I met a man, he told me straight Too many cops, too many guns all trying to do something no-one else has done I walk on concrete, I walk on sand but I can’t find a safe place to stand I’m scared baby, I want to run this world’s crazy, give me the gun Bitter Branches Bitter branches spreading out. Into the white world it grows, twisting its roots, a swarm of bees, twisting under soldiers’ feet. Hold up the clear glass and look through; soldiers standing in formation, the damp earth underneath, holding their rifles high. Their arms as bitter branches spreading into the white world. Till the light shines on me I damn to hell every second you breathe.
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