Heather Nights

Sepia tone Saturday

I seen a man drown

Sleepy town underneath

Dog ran down

Hookin’ off school

There’s gold in them there hills

Bush-weed porn stash

Waist-high deep snow

Skull and crossbones

Railroad peepshow

Playing baseball all fucked up on pills

Sean Mussolino

Red fire fills the sky

Some say the next door neighbour once killed a guy

All kinds of music and nothing else to do

Bit by a snake and throwing rocks

Accidents happen and no one talks

And then there’s the girl I always wished I knew

Punk-rock country girl

(feather-like?) memory

Heart set aflame

Long lost Heather Nights, you put me to shame

Punk-rock country girl

(feather-like?) memory

We were the same

Long lost Heather Nights, hallowed be thy name

Too many funerals

Names on the guest-list

Home-made weaponry

The natives are restless

Pie-eating contest

Ya, those were the days

Junk-store crucifix

Parking lot, kiss of death

Smells like campfire

Gasoline, piss breath

Swimming naked, she burned me with her gaze

Hangman’s Lake: Hells Angels HQ

Roger Stevens, I still hate you

A far away coyote sings the blues

The longest train I ever saw

Abandoned building, rooster claw

Kids on bikes

And bad luck brings the news

I found religion in her bedroom

Parts of me that will be dead soon

The number 33, let her go

Chainsaw violence, pretty dresses

Secret wishes, shitty messes

And the girl that was impossible to know