Author Archives: barnge
Hold a lemon to practice vibrato on the cello
A stranger came knock, knock, knocking
back when Bad Kitty gets promoted to Good Kitty
Down into the endless blue wine
I was sloppy, rushed
That it could have been raining
I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap
I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be
Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted
Paint them white as January
I’m floating in a black balloon
You fly boys crack me up
You tell me it calms your nerves
Dying crapshooter’s blues
Let’s go place some money on the order of the horses
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
Salt air and the rust on your door
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I woke up with this song in my head this morning
























































life outside the diamond is a wrench
anyone else but you
if being afraid is a crime we hang side by side
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You said meet me at a quarter to twelve
I’ve had too many long nights and cold days
I want to see my name in lights and so do you
tell me baby what’s your biggest conceit? Is that you did it or you did it with me?
My feet can’t touch the bottom of you

























It would take a time machine to fulfill all of my fantasies














































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































