Pine Cone

Curt Kirkwood


Swamp water's cheap
And nothing is sweeter
With the taste of the world
Eaten strange

I think i sat around
And i watched it come unglued
And wondered
How it got so deranged

And it moves
To the inside
Of a jar
The silver train

On the trail
With a monster
By the sound
The silver train

Walk is the same
And i still look pointed
With a magic dust
That sparkles like the rain

Then somewhere inbetween
Is a house of dirty mirrors
The lonely fingerprints
Remain unchanged

And it moves
To the inside
Of a jar
The silver train

On the trail
With a monster
By the sound
The silver train

The om of what you hear
Is the science of the ages
And history leaves only ghosts to blame

With an endless span of minutes
What you see gets turned to shit
The lonely open space remains the same

And it moves
To the inside
Of a jar
The silver train

On the trail
With a monster
By the sound
The silver train

And it moves
To the inside
Of a jar
The silver train

On the trail
With a monster
Come out of the sound
The silver train

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