As I wind down the pines
It’s the lines on your face
Playing on your face
Without thinking so much
As abandoning thought
I went through open country
Over water meadows streams
Lakes and wires and roosts in reeds
To a nest in the hole of
This dead
Tree.
To play without stopping or pause
Not for silence not for applause
Not without thinking
And thinking’s abandoning thought
As I wind down the pines
It’s the lines on your face
Playing on your face
1 | Nautical Disaster |
2 | Wheat Kings |
3 | Twist my Arm |
4 | Fifty-mission Cap |
5 | Boots or Hearts |
6 | Flamenco |
7 | On The Verge |
8 | Pigeon Camera |
9 | Coffee Girl |
10 | Don't Wake Daddy |