there's a dark stranger Who tries to lead us into danger I don't know what I'm gonna do They don't know what I'm going through Over the edge I look
to the galley How does it feel with my sword in your belly You can face the cold shank Or get ?blind funk it? when I'm makin' you walk the plank Standin' over the edge
for your wrists. Two daredevils high upon the water's edge. You throwing the knife that lands inches from my head. Sundown. Moon rise, moon rise,
' up over the Rockies Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that Dark rhythm in her soul but I'm too over the edge and I ain't in the
down From her hair and threw them on the ground And the flies did hum and the flies did buzz around Poor John Finn lying dead upon the ground Lying dead
stars, the coffee taken with cream and scones under the Viennese Moon; whilst we are weighed, we are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead
I?m fuckin walkin out in the moon light After midnight searching for you [Boondox:] Out After midnight searchin lerkin hurtin howlin At the fuckin moon
sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute. put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who
basement door Switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night Electric Moonlight There will always be a moon Over
deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead
do they freeze It's too easy to do it up here Just a gentle push and you'd be over the edge So they let you slip in and out of sight There is no moon
the roof just watching the show standing on the edge and my step belongs to me and I'm telling you all I won't miss what I see one foot over theres no
guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in shawl A razor's edge
basement door Switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night Electric moonlight There will always be a moon Over
say 54/40 or fight I've go a queesy feelin' in my guts Can't you see that I've had enough Everybody sets me off, man, I'm over the edge I've got a time
book away And now she sat alone in the concealment of the night She was hungry now to liberate the writings from their cage The glimmer of a feeble moon
