A Trick of the Tail

Some are wise and some otherwise They got pretty blue eyes For an hour a man may change For an hour her face looks strange Looks strange, looks strange Marching to the promised land Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand Pulls you down on yo

Mad Man Moon Was it summer when the river ran dry, Or was it just another dam. When the evil of a snowflake in June Could still be a source of relief. O how I love you, I once cried long ago, But I was the one who decided to go. To search beyond the