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Silver plane fly like a crucifix in the sky
red lights blink on the edge of the night
the big sun drowned by the murmured iron sound
and the bright shaking beads all shooting around
all the pale alters when the street lights falter 
and the houses are dark and I wish that I’d called her
smokestacks let the clouds rise above the jets
that land over the skyline, my dues, my soul’s debts

That old loving friend, illuminated all the loose ends
take up her spike now to start to mend
build something warm that won’t fall in the storm
that wont burn up in daylight, that i’ll never mourn
that could hide under dust and shine through the rust
and be weathered and battered through life and through lust
smoke pours out of her cigarette sweetly
she lives on the line that shines down to the peach tree

My mind was young when all this begun 
I cant say that I’ve felt all the things that I’ve sung
the flutter of red when the radio stutters
and the air is warm and the air conditioner shudders
but now the sun rise with the pink clouds in the sky
up near the tree tops ill shed my disguise
this peace i feel now released somehow
I sit shaking as I break apart and break my vows

White lines bleed gold as the evening grows old
and she looks at me now with the smile I stole
those lines, the traces of planes bound other places
send me yellow edged images of beautiful faces
the digital clock that howls in the dark
grows dimmer and dies as the dogs start to bark
this thing alive now, all I ever had
in the best way I know it’s driving me mad

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from Silver Plane Crucifix, released November 29, 2013

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