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Laughing bright eyed in the grass
I smelled your scent as your body passed
dreading Monday at Sunday noon
you''ll be returning here none too soon
The touch of a supple woman
The love of a dog
soaking in simple pleasures
Like a crack in the fog
I saw pressure come pouring out
I cut you open and let it out
Then comes the piston stroke again
compressing muscle like oxygen
The purr of a perfect lover
The curve of a song
soaking in simple pleasure
like a crack in the fog
You may serve them roses
you may serve their delight
but when the working day closes
I sing you sweetly goodnight
You duck your head when the Banchee screams
and pray for days shorter than they seem
then comes the whistle clock again
you wanna leave but your legs can''t bend
Still serving roses
serving roses and red
- Album:
- Sun Shot
- Some Assembly Required
- Recollection
- Tales from the Oregon Trail
- Second Song EP
- Gathering of the Vibes, Live 8.18.06 Disc 1/2
- Live At Paradise Rock Club - Boston, MA 12.30.2004
- Live In Teaneck, NJ 02.04.2005
- Live In Rutland, VT 01.06.2005
- Live at Gathering of the Vibes 2004 07/18/2004
- The Honest Hour
- Rock the Earth Sampler
- Live At the Fox Theater
- Found Sound II
- Live at the Fox Theater - Boulder, CO 02.10.2005 (Reid...