Static()Hawk
I read off my book
Great disaster
****ens touched Grass
And made him into plaster
You know
Suburban roads are filled with gravel
The silence of the angel
Is like the man within
Mr. Durell took a train
Stricken by the wind
You know
Julians house was always filled with hawks
I always saw you far up there
You always seemed not to care
When you swooped and touched my hair
And you found me with a needle in my hand
And you found me with a needle in my hand
That girl you know
She’s got a funny burn
She mumbles about me
Such a tricky worm
You know
Static always makes you prettier
She buys it
I always agree
She buys it
I always agree
You know
I’m thirteen steps from a rope and a candle
alot of it are book titles.
its been recorded and is on my space as well.
http://www.myspace.com/jacksomer
give it a listen if you wish.
thankyou,jack.