pestilence and plagues If I ever lay, may they cover me with weed, ash, hip and sage Merry thug raid, may they bust in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And
fully understand...my father is a scientist... and he has been experimenting with time-eroding drugs... I was sitting in his workroom..it was late at night...and I was thinking... you know, about me and
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
(man), to have and held At bed and at board for fairer, for fouler For better, for worse, in sickness and in health Till new life us do part And thereto
and guided by two ravens, and he] [shall ride the eight-legged stallion of his fathers' god. He will encounter] [the Woodwoman, and he will make a visit to the Lake. One hundred days and
rise and fall Bury my heart At Wounded Knee They have slain my father's body But his spirit is still alive He rides across a sacred country In freedom and eternal
in gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made, my bones rot and decay If I rest eternal, may
will rise and fall Bury my heart At Wounded Knee They have slain my father's body But his spirit is still alive He rides across a sacred country In freedom and eternal
gauge Merry judge pray, when they lower my cage And my flesh return to wet clay From which I was made, my bones rot and decay If I rest eternal, may