on the road to mexico blue moons painting brownsville
at filters end 58' San Francisco dispelled what was pen'd
technicolor jazz with strong hints of earth and her
echos without note to remind why we pick thorny roses
seduce the gun from jesus before he realizes hollywood
children playing hopscotch over the point of no return
guided by mama's voice before mine I wish she was still here
after the line was crossed to help choose fruit offered by snakes
hands held misspell her name for just claims of not knowing her
like her like you used to.byebyemysteryjonesyousangquitewell
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