Brazzaville
casa batllo
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She smelled like a thunderstorm
When I met her
Down in the tenderloin
Sipping tea
Vicodin pills, some scotch
And a sweater
Soon I was feeling
Back on my feet
She lived in a little shack
By the water
The sound of the sps
Would lull us to sleep
A couple of sloths the world
Had forgotten
With nothing but youth
& faraway dreams
After the saints fly home
Solomon resting in his tomb
Paperbacks on a train
Sugarcane fields
All wet with rain
Hurricane lanterns glow
After the rain the boats are slow
I'd rather be left behind
Nothing's as pure as an empty mind
- Album:
- The Oceans Of Ganymede
- Morro Bay
- Welcome to Brazzaville II
- Hastings Street
- Rouge On Pockmarked Cheeks
- Somnambulista
- East L.A. Breeze
- Welcome To Brazzaville
- Brazzaville
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- In Istanbul
- 21st Century Girl
- Welcome to Brazzaville 2
- 2002
- Welcome to... Brazzaville (Russian Edition)
- Mimicry Sampler 2004
- Brazzaville in Istanbul
- Jetlag Poetry
- Randy & the Mob