Wild Onions

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i blinked and i was 25 in a motel in bozeman montana eating kratom
with Dave
funny thing about feelings
they like to surf
the pain comes in waves

i was a cosmic american am stationfor a brain cigarrette stains
looking for a match
and it was then and only then I realized
there's a list of things i can do
and an even bigger one
of things I can't

bright as a cup of coffee in america
baby you're a masterpiece
i was tooting my horn
feeling forlorn
low down as i could be
there's wild onions honey
wild moss on the logs
nothing really dies down here does it?
it jus goes where it belongs
come to my side we got hotdogs
and we keep all our promises
you got your momma's honda
your daddy's jaundice
never really kept you from being honest baby
don't be scared of nothing

i sighed and i was 19 with face paint a self inflicted and a half pack of pall malls
with linda, sweet linda
alan 50 watt amp subconsions in a limestone cave with a flashlight
looking for a window

i was beating my drum for my lost son
in the desert jesu joy of man's desire
it's dry in there
i was a veteran of an imaginary war
i'm still sore
i think part of me died in there

bright as a cup of coffee in america
baby you're a masterpiece
i was tooting my horn
feeling forlorn
low down as i could be
there's wild onions honey
living moss on the logs
nothing really dies down here does it?
it jus goes where it belongs
come to my side we got hotdogs
and we keep all our promises
you got your momma's honda
your daddy's jaundice
never really kept you from being honest baby
don't be scared of nothing


i met a fellow traveler on the trail all is well farewell to orwell
we were shruggin
there skeptical monks in swimmin trunks doing big slam dunks
i got em all to make up
they were huggin

ya had corvette visions with low ambitions
in that quonset you lived in
down stream
and you reached yer zen
but the mine caved in
and the insurance ain't gonna cover all them dreams

bright as a cup of coffee in america
baby you're a masterpiece
i was tooting my horn
feeling forlorn
low down as i could be
there's wild onions honey
living moss on the logs
nothing really dies down here does it?
it jus goes where it belongs
come to my side we got hotdogs
and we keep all our promises
you got your momma's honda
your daddy's jaundice
never really kept you from being honest baby
don't be scared of nothing