Graveyard of trains. Uyuni. Bolivia.
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turning of the wheel
Sunday morning / see the man stand up before the crowd / talking story / all at once he starts to laugh out loud / this must be the way it all goes down / this might be the last thing that we feel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel / concrete towers / going up a billion stories high / by the hour / days keep growing up and passing by / this must be the way it all goes down / this might be the last thing that we feel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel / Sunday morning / all the waves begin to wave their hands / all that power / rising up against the higher lands / this must be the way it all goes down / this might be the last thing that we feel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel / ain’t no time to stop and look around / this must be the turning of the wheel.
broken mirror
To be a broken mirror is to reflect / a thousand different shards of light / and you never really know where you belong / and you never really know / what is wrong or right / you just lie on the ground in pieces / and you look up at the sky / and you never see what the others see / and you don’t know / the reason why.
sun and sea
the further shore
Free for a season / but now there’s no reason to fly / sun going down there’s another day waving goodbye / goodbye to a long and trusted friend / somewhere down the line this time will end / can’t find an island / and can’t find an anchor to hold / something inside always barreling after the gold / every morning now some distant past / every night a notch up on the mast / somehow things begin to sail away / one by one they all just fail away / whatever happened / to where we were going before / will we ever reach the further shore / then like a novel that no one was able to read / pages fell out of the lives / that we threatened to lead / no one spoke the brave and sturdy spell / every tongue was too tied up to tell / free for a season / but now there’s no reason to boast / blowing away / never knowing what mattered the most / goodbye to a long and trusted friend / all the world cannot one measure mend / somehow things begin to sail away / one by one they all just fail away / whatever happened to where we were going before / will we ever reach the further shore / whatever happened to where we were going before / will we ever reach the further shore.
all magicians
All magicians can only exist in a certain realm / and once they’ve been flushed out / they become less than nothing / on this material plain / stripped of their dreams / all they hold is a gray little brain / where there was once a broad / expanding universe / it is almost like the real world / except somehow / even magically worse.


