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Smokestack, steam pipe
Snow falls in the half light
Red clay on the South Shore
I can't feel my feet no more
Needle on the sidewalk
Small men with their big talk
Everybody's got an open mind
Everybody's got a closed door
I can't feel my face no more
Big wave in a big storm
I'm so cold but I'm so warm
There's a sharp pain and a great war
I can't feel my pulse no more
NO TIME
No words
No song
No story
No space
No time
No broken line
MOUNTAIN
We’re climbing up onto the mountain
The father who walked out on you is the mountain
The mother who’s heart was broken is the mountain
We’re climbing up onto the mountain
The creek that took your baby is the mountain
The storm that took your town is the mountain
We’re climbing up onto the mountain
MASTER CLOWN
You draw a circle
And start a fire
They come around
You let them down
You're the master clown
'til they run you out of town
You're the highest priest
You give a little to the least
Now old Wendell's gone West
To his eternal rest
Cuz you're the master clown
'til they run you out of town
DRINKING GAME
Please talk about
Anything else
I’m not ready to hear
I think about
Anything else
Just to make it disappear
I don’t want to play
Your drinking game
I might as well
Lay it all on the table
I’m not able to hide
And here I go
Telling my fable
Taking myself for a ride
I don’t want to play
Your drinking gsme
Cuz my father’s father’s father’s father’s father
Drank alone
By the cold seawater