Stained glass windows, smoked wood tables
The slaves of culture toil by night
The pall of perfumed true confessions
And when the air gets thick as this
You can cut it with a straw
And as the moon hangs over Waverly, they call
Take me to the paradise, beauty sleeps inside
Drinking in the mezzanine with millionaires' first wives
Take me to the paradise, let me live once more
Greater men have faced these walls, and fallen on the floor.
Here, the homosexual novelist, full of rage in 1960
There, the coiffured ex viscount watches empty seconds fly
Until the blood clot zeroes in and grants him immortality again
The moon broke through the hotel curtain
And as you lay asleep, I touched your skin
And it amazed me, you were once inhuman
Once you crawled out of your womb
Now we grope our way downstairs
And we don't need any fool to drag us there
- :
- Upland Stories
- Gone Away Backward
- Miscellaneous
- Robbie Fulks on Audiotree Live
- Alabama at Night
- Uprooted: The Best of Roots Country Singer Songwriters
- South Mouth
- 13 Hillbilly Giants
- Couples In Trouble
- Country Love Songs
- The Bottle Let Me Down: Songs for Bumpy Wagon Rides
- Mile Marker 383: Starbucks Songs From the Open Road
- Live at Double Door 1/16/04 (disc 2)
- Georgia Hard
- New Country: Volume 5, Number 2
- Hell-Bent-Insurgent Country, Volume 2
- The Riversound Cafe, Volume One
- The Flintstones in Viva Rock Vegas
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 62: October 1998
- Bloodshot Records Sampler 2001