like a fool I’m happy about the return of a favorite melody
rough noises in soft singsong
parking lots for kissing and strawberry fields
oh this (please!) never ending 12-minute song
here’s a nearly forgotten echo chamber of the Byrds in 1967
well-hung constantly searching (relaxed as a hammock)
hiding hiding in the present like a home! home! murmuring
strangely foreign body
drawing its friction and fire
from an oh so lovely & abysmal once upon a time
and the hot-hearted somewhere somewhere