It looks a lot like engine oil and tastes like being poor and small
~ neko case, deep red bells
I want my records back
and that motorcycle gas tank
that I, spraypainted black
the owls have been talking to me
but I’m sworn to secrecy
I woke up in
a burnt out basement
sleeping with
metal hands
in a spirit ditch
~ sparklehorse, spirit ditch
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
~ neil young, after the goldrush