Robin Holcomb - This Poem Is In Memory Of! lyrics

rate me

Rifle aimed at the ceiling

Just the One instrument

And you must have liked it here

And you stayed, sitting down

"old blue monk now there's a pretty song"

Warm wet shadows

The high bones of women beautifully wrapped

And smoke and powders

(Dance among these)

(Dance among these)

(Dance among these)

(Dance among these)