2. Scared by the Dark


Je Ne Comprends Pas

A Real Nice Poem
About The Moon


'night Mother

Six o'clock: Live With Jesus

Happy Talk

The Hook Man

The Man Who Would
Steal Happiness

Six O'Clock: Live With Jesus


Freezing the feeling and the smell the taste of it
They take it to the bottom and it stays
congealed over the floor like some distorted
demented Jesus Christ taking it slow
wanted a hero wanted someone to look up to
once there was this storm and the way they felt
and it was nothing That was all.


Nothing at all spins for all it is She says
Where were you in the Summer of Love?
And he begins to wonder and looks away
into the blackness of the sky and the
clouds. It was shadowy there and she felt
at long last there would be a sign from above
somewhere in the sky--then she could say
Jesus died for somebody's sins
but Not mine Not mine Baby


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