Somewhere on a seasonal eve, when you've swept me into an aging pile of the forgotten fall I hope you remember to never forget my true colors, one and all
~ Eulogy of the heart in a locket around her throat all the little memories of sun and moon of wind and rain recited by bruised lips that took the euphony of his kisses to mean him a lover of such beautiful things but will-o'-the-wisp was he as so mistaken was she ~
when weekend comes around the hillbillies play high up the mountains they dance the night away playing country music with its hillbilly beat puts music in there soul dancing in there feet
dancing altogether to a hillbilly song underneath the stars dancing all night long dancing heel to heel dancing toe to toe dancing in line dancing in a row
uderneath the moon and the stars so bright dancing altogether till the early morning light to there favourite beat as they dance around dance the night away to the hillbilly sound
Life! An illusion, or delusion Life! Is it to try, or to try, but a far cry Life! A dream, or scream Life! An existence, or resistance Life! A perfection, or defection Life! Is it saturated, or perforated, unrated!