"...but though i tried so hard, my little darlin, i couldn't keep the night from coming in..."

[bryiarrose]

bastian ronan kismet jose
approx. 1996 to october 28th, 2007

I cannot let go
So I thank the lord

And I thank his sword

Though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

Oh oh oh, morning

Without warning

Like a hole

Oh, and I watch you go

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road

There are some dragons who were built to have and hold

And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly

And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees

And they sting so terribly

I do as I please

Now I'm on my knees

Your skin is something that I stir into my tea

And I am watching you

And you are starry, starry, starry

And I'm tumbling down

And I check a frown

Well just look around

That's why I love this town

To see me;

Serenaded hourly

Celebrated sourly

Dedicated dourly

Waltzing with the open sea

off of the Joanna Newsom & The YS Street Band EP, bastian's preferred listening the last week or so.