Bill Blackolive, Son of Texas

There’s a place
I can’t remember
Any place really

But I’ve heard
There’s a place
In Texas

Where my blue eyes
Turned silver
Because of cold
Sinking ships

There’s a place
Really, I can’t remember
A place

But I’ll try

There’s a place in Texas
On the beach

His body is a natural sort
Of muscular

And his skin is yellow

I can’t place the place
Tears muddy my vision
But what a place
That place in Texas

He has a handlebar mustache

Out of place
I know

But in this place
In Texas
He has a handlebar mustache
And visions

At this place
On the beach
In Texas
He smokes a joint

I close my eyes
I see his face

What colors
Can collide
With the memory
Of the place

I see his face
We become the water

Last update : 25-03-2007 16:46

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