All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

This is my Pensieve. Hopefully less turgid than my blog, and more playful than work or school.
(iron & wine lyrics)(Robert Collier image)
evening on the ground and there is no one else around so you will  blame me blame me for the rocks and baby bones  and broken lock on our garden wall of eden full of spiderbites and all your lovers we were born to fuck each other one way or another, but i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night tiny baby tears i will collect a million years and you can blame me i will wear it in the empty hollow part of my garden wall of eden in the clamour as they raise the curtain you will never make me learn to lay beneath the mountain ‘cause i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night

(iron & wine lyrics)(Robert Collier image)

evening on the ground and there is no one else around so you will
blame me

blame me for the rocks and baby bones
and broken lock on our garden wall of eden full of spiderbites and all your lovers

we were born to fuck each other one way or another, but i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night

tiny baby tears i will collect a million years and you can blame me

i will wear it in the empty hollow part of my garden wall of eden in the clamour as they raise the curtain

you will never make me learn to lay beneath the mountain ‘cause i’ll only lie down by the waterside at night