Musing with Sean

 Everyday.  No matter what.  Where I let go.  And it's down with these endings I've written in my mind.  Goodbye.  The Pacific's out there somewhere.  Order seems to rise and it gives a weary heart some hope.  It's down with defending those hiding knifes with words sounding kind (mine).  Goodbye.   Stop believing everything you think.  Goodbye.  

Satellites are falling, for the corridors of power.  In these dark hours.  The red herrings are all around.  Can't you feel the movement from underground.  Trembling earth.  Ah.  Ah. Woo.  Ah.  Ah.  Woo.

Graceland.  The Mississippi delta, shining like a national guitar.  I am following the river, I'm gong to graceland.  Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to graceland.  Reason to believe we will both be received in Graceland.  She said losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone sees the wind blow.  I'm going to Graceland.  My traveling companies are ghosts and empty sockets, but I have reason to believe we will all be received in Graceland.  I see losing love is like a window in your heart, everyone feels the wind blow through.  Graceland, Graceland.  For reasons I cannot explain, there's some part of me that wants to see Graceland.  Reason to believe we will all be received in Graceland.  Oooh, I'm going to Graceland.

When were we led astray.  It's always been this way.  Look in the mirror.  Don't turn away.  This is who we are.  This is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  How did we end up here.  How come the sudden change.  I owe it to myself dear.  For not enough attention paid.  This is who I am, this is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  Ah.  This is who I am, this is nothing new, it's just that now it's in plain view.  Now it's in plain view.

She always sleeps on plains.  She's in Yugoslavia, working on a mini series.  Suzie Lightning.  She's in Hungary, she sends postcards home.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  There's no use crying about, no use trying to hold on.  She lights up the sky, then she's gone.  She's got no time for love, she don't need me now.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  Suzie Lightning.  

Oil on canvas.  It was the dream of some painter, to reach through time and comfort a stranger with troubles like mine.  Aint it good to know, it's all been done before.  It's the jealous brothers of the favored son.  It's the heartache in lovers eyes, it's nice to know it's all been felt before, and it's good to know, and it's nice to know.