SIDE
smokestack lightnin’
wild side
other side
flip
side
bit
on the side
I hears you
can’t do nothing
when twelve bar slide
or blow
that blues harp
so much death in that ocean
under that mud-brown river
hell yes
I’ve studied that time
saw how
it lost
its colour
all that
glorious grey
war never over
till its over
divide outside always
first inside





