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People barking
They’re calling the good old summer down
They’re gonna have a filthy roll around
June
Birds are speaking
They’re wondering why we’re singing
High notes for the air to kiss onto the
Moon
But you love your tune
And I love my tune
And you love my tune
And I love your tune
In harmony they croon
All throughout June
Together they bloom
Something like
It’s a little bit like this
Warm-sex-headaches
Mine’s back again
It’s my only friend, I’m gonna send an old lake-bottom to
You
Insects knowing yards are bathed in light
They don’t sleep at night
It’ll be alright, when my farmhouse is with
You
Haven’t seen you
In years, your fragrance is pouring back
With the mugginess of the black
Midnight holiest way to say
June’s my mother’s name
Too
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Dark Autumn Hour
03:08
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Anne, let’s die in some dim town
My brown eyes wait to weigh us down
The candles around the tub will drown
In our afternoons
Music from our evening parlor
Darker than the autumn hour
I gave my child twenty dollars
For tearing at our moons
Dark damp men muddied our house
In my dreams to bleed your blouse
I smiled from my sleep to douse
The horror of this hour
Our boy on dark hills blurry crawling
His rain-glazed shaking porches falling
The homes of all his friends just sprawling
Withering like flowers
Anne, I’ve loved you from a boy
No other autumn could destroy
The town our winds fused to enjoy
Whispering dark farmlands
Tearing moons, these moons are tearing
Swearing terror inside their daring
Crumbling prayers, dark autumns faring
Straight out of our hands
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Frontier Ruckus Detroit, Michigan
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