Last installment of lyrics from a project that did not get past the conceptual phase. Singing drummers ain't really a thing, unless you're Levon Helm.
All lyrics copyright Mark W. Pino
QUIETER REINFORCEMENT
DEERFIELD FRENCH INDIAN
NICE STRONG ARM
YOUR DAD IS A BANK MAN
SNOW FILLED BOOTS
CORNFLOWER ADDRESS
THEY’RE SMALL AND BLUE
THIS IS NOT REAL
I AM MAKING UP DETAILS
SLEEPING THROUGH DREAMS
SLIPPING PAST BEINGS
NOT KNOWN
ONLY SCREENED
SIX SQUISHES
GOLDEN LIGHT
OVER TWIN PEAKS
IN C GLITTERING AFTERNOON
SPOOKED FOG BRAIN BANKS
SORE FEET AND HEADACHES
WALKING OVER MILES
SIX SQUISHES
DAY AFTER DAY
COOKED MEAT AND OFFAL
COFFEE AND STRESS
WAFTING OVER MISSION ST.
SHINING LIGHTS FROM THE PARKS ATOP THE HILLS
TEA AND SWEAT AND COVETING
AFTER BOOKS AND PLASTICS
ON COLUMBUS
NEEDLES AND PINS
AND MARKET ST. NAKED INVADING THE SCREENS
HIDDEN HOODS
CRASHING CARS
VAGUE STARES
HOSTILE CHOPS
BUMPING HEADS
CRUSHING SILENCE
SCREAMING TIMBRES
SUDDEN ENDS
The Three Phases of Natty Bumpbo
Forty years
Quest for feel
Zest for real
Quantum flowers
Flash forward
Blanket a tissue
Hackings deep and wide
Other side of arcade games
Lost change under
Inside this box
Outside the books
Crossing the rivers
Language and
High Lonesome
Time stopped!
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