I don't normally have a Mohawk, just thought I'd throw that out there. I also have no idea why everything sounds so phasy,Please, remember me, happily,by the rosebush laughingwith bruises on my chin, the time whenwe counted every black car passingyour house beneath the hill, and up untilsomeone caught us in the kitchenwith maps, a mountain range, a piggy banka vision too removed to mentionBut please remember me, fondly,i heard from someone you're still prettyand then they went on to say that the Pearly Gateshave such eloquent graffitilike: "we'll meet again" and "fuck the Man"and "tell my mother not to worry"and angels with their great handshakesbut always done in such a hurryand please remember me, at Halloweenmaking fools of all the neighborsour faces painted white, by midnightwe'd forgotten one anotherand when the morning came I was ashamedonly now it seems so sillythat season left the world and then returnedand now you're lit up by the cityso please remember me, mistakenlyin the window of the tallest towercall, then pass us by, but much too highto see the empty road at happy hourgleam and resonate just like the gatesaround the Holy Kingdomwith words like: "lost and found" and "don't look down"and "someone save temptation"and please remember me, as in the dreamwe had as rug-burned babiesamong the fallen trees and fast asleepbeside the lions and the ladiesthat called you what you like and even mightgive a gift for your behavior:a fleeting chance to see a trapeze-swinger high as any saviorand please remember me, my miseryand how it lost me all i wantedthose dogs that love the rain, and chasin' trainsthe colored birds above there runnin'in circles round the well, and where it spellson the wall behind St. Peterso bright on cinder gray in spray paint:"who the hell can see forever?"and please remember me, seldomlyin the car behind the carnivalmy hand between your knees, you turn from meand said the trapeze act was wonderfulbut never meant to last, the clowns that passedsaw me just come up with angerwhen it filled with circus dogs, the parking lothad an element of dangerso please remember me, finallyand all my uphill clawingmy dear, but if i make the Pearly Gatesi'll do my best to make a drawingof God and Lucifer, a boy and girlan angel kissin' on a sinnera monkey and a man, a marching bandall around the frightened trapeze-swingernah nah nah, nah nah nah nah ...

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