Jackrabbit Magic Beans
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Words and words like other words resonate in barrels of speech
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that rumble across windswept stubble fields.
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There in the hard furrows were sown the oratory of dry old men.
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We raved and crowed out warning. We threatened to piss and put out the sun.
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In our passion, prudence wandered off unnoticed.
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When we turned to her for comfort, her brown shoe lay rotting alone,
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as if regret were a time-machine stuck on 1065.
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Like the arrow in Harold’s eye, we did not see it coming.
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Pray then, to the Jackrabbit god, follow him down.
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His ears will split the wind, steer turbines, step over spruce cones and dry nettles.
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He cares not a whit for any man, but you wanted to believe in
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something, anything.
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Now you have it on a plate. The feast as promised.
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Those aren’t magic beans he gave you.
I put this here because I like his voice and love his lyrics.