A song written on accordion.
Grackles & crows & warm summer snows
storm’s comin’ that’s gonna whipe the earth clean
smell the sapphire air as the chemtrails glare
through the yellowing skies eroding the Beam
Gunslinger, take me whereever you go
I seek the Dark Tower but why I don’t know
My heart is a bullet, it knows where to go
but my hands they tremble with fear
Susanna gave me a lift to New York
Over coffee she told me, “Here there be doors.”
That open to beaches in a world that’s moved on
“Just wait for it, honey, your time’s gonna come.”
When you hold your first gun like when you first kiss with tongue
A childlike confusion replaced with the sum
of all your innocence burned into one
And out rise the Phoenix, cold as a gun.
