force glyph dynamics
trancend to the great beyond
his only son
the great beyond
his only son
the great beyond
his only son
the great beyond
his only son
all of his wires are painted black
yesterday's papers are all comming back
they were all marked return to sender
the headline news more insignifacant than ever
i tried to reach you on the telephone
but i guess the line was busy, or you' wern't home
built himself a fire
and he walked away
built himself a fire
and he walked away
turn the dial on the radio
and find the frequency, it's not technical
you have to feel for it
the even flow. the perfect fit.
reunite with his only son
in the great beyond
his only son
in the great beyond
his only son
in the great beyond
his only son
one step back and we keep on going
twist the knob to the left and the sound is overflowing
the snap back echo of your neighbor's thought
it's the love you've always wanted
and it's the love that you've always fought
it's the love that keeps comming back
even after you thought it was gone
i went up to the donut shop last night. the donut shop always makes me think of jolene because we went there once, one magical evening. and that was the first time i've ever gone to the donut shop.
it's always best to go to the donut shop in the middle of the night because that's when the pastery is fresh. and of course, the russian communists are conspirating, jolene tells me. i've never really seen any red flags in there. but i guess this is the official meeting place.
joe works the graveyard at the shell station. i brought him half a chocolate donut and a caramel glazed donut. he doesn't like caramel, so he only took half the chocolate donut.
"jolene said she wanted to find a roommate," joe said. "so she came down to look at my apartment, right?"
"yeah."
"she said it was too small."
"oh, that hurts!"
"she said she wanted to be able to entertain her friends without entertaining everybody else."
whatever that means.
"what did you think of that guy she dragged along with her?" i asked him.
"he was weird. what was his problem?" he asked.
"too many drugs, i guess."
"yeah."
"and he's so young!" i cried. "the poor boy's still trying to find his mother's teat."
joseph laughed.
"but i guess that's how jolene likes them," i said. "god bless her heart."
this morning, i took brian to the ferry so he could visit his parents in manchester. they're going skiing. it was raining pretty hard and on my way back, i counted three car accidents on the west seattle bridge. no fucking joke.
joe and i watched clerks today because he works graveyard at the shell station. and he's never seen it before.
we had some more fun at the solstace. we didn't get any free spliff hits, but we drew some wicked little sketches. i love joe's visual vocabulary. he draws from an extensive studdy of the occult and wiccan imagry.
his only son
the great beyond
his only son
the great beyond
his only son
the great beyond
his only son
all of his wires are painted black
yesterday's papers are all comming back
they were all marked return to sender
the headline news more insignifacant than ever
i tried to reach you on the telephone
but i guess the line was busy, or you' wern't home
built himself a fire
and he walked away
built himself a fire
and he walked away
turn the dial on the radio
and find the frequency, it's not technical
you have to feel for it
the even flow. the perfect fit.
reunite with his only son
in the great beyond
his only son
in the great beyond
his only son
in the great beyond
his only son
one step back and we keep on going
twist the knob to the left and the sound is overflowing
the snap back echo of your neighbor's thought
it's the love you've always wanted
and it's the love that you've always fought
it's the love that keeps comming back
even after you thought it was gone
i went up to the donut shop last night. the donut shop always makes me think of jolene because we went there once, one magical evening. and that was the first time i've ever gone to the donut shop.
it's always best to go to the donut shop in the middle of the night because that's when the pastery is fresh. and of course, the russian communists are conspirating, jolene tells me. i've never really seen any red flags in there. but i guess this is the official meeting place.
joe works the graveyard at the shell station. i brought him half a chocolate donut and a caramel glazed donut. he doesn't like caramel, so he only took half the chocolate donut.
"jolene said she wanted to find a roommate," joe said. "so she came down to look at my apartment, right?"
"yeah."
"she said it was too small."
"oh, that hurts!"
"she said she wanted to be able to entertain her friends without entertaining everybody else."
whatever that means.
"what did you think of that guy she dragged along with her?" i asked him.
"he was weird. what was his problem?" he asked.
"too many drugs, i guess."
"yeah."
"and he's so young!" i cried. "the poor boy's still trying to find his mother's teat."
joseph laughed.
"but i guess that's how jolene likes them," i said. "god bless her heart."
this morning, i took brian to the ferry so he could visit his parents in manchester. they're going skiing. it was raining pretty hard and on my way back, i counted three car accidents on the west seattle bridge. no fucking joke.
joe and i watched clerks today because he works graveyard at the shell station. and he's never seen it before.
we had some more fun at the solstace. we didn't get any free spliff hits, but we drew some wicked little sketches. i love joe's visual vocabulary. he draws from an extensive studdy of the occult and wiccan imagry.