You were crashed on the rocks but you refused to be dead.

Yes, for some reason an exception was made for you.

You were crashed on the rocks but you refused to be dead.

You might have waved a knife at fanciful reprise of bygone mytherie

and drank burgundy plum cancerous jazz out of Hades' gourd

Under a whiskey moon

Drunk on tequila

The Lord his water's good...

Traipse yourself away into something resembling a long forgotten haze of reason

because who needs that anymore -

You were crashed on the rocks but you refused to be dead.

I think you wished once for a postcard

Mailed to ya from somewhere in the back'a

Los Angeles the capital of your consciousness

Discontent the capital of your well-being

I think ya wanna feed finger sandwiches to coyotes

And let 'em wonder where ya keep the horn of plenty

But ya won't tell 'em...

You were crashed on the rocks but you refused to be dead.

Keep your weeping sailors

Keep your dragons of the deep

Keep your shipwrecks, every one

and remember which jagged rock tore which hull and

remember what salty wood feels like breakin' all around ya

and remember what it was like before you were an island

before they broke on you

before you passed the threshold

that day you was...

that day you was...

...crashed on the rocks but you refused to be dead.

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