re: stacks
This my excavation and today is kumranEverything that happens from now onThis is pouring rainThis is paralyzed
I keep throwing it down two-hunded at a timeIt's hard to find it when you knew itWhen your money's goneAnd you're drunk as hell
On your back with your racks as the stacks are your loadIn the back and the racks and the stacks of your loadIn the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load
Well I've been twisting to the sun and the moonI needed to replaceThe fountain in the front yard is rusted outAll my love was downIn a frozen ground
There's a black crow sitting across from meHis wiry legs are crossedHe is dangling my keys, he even fakes a tossWhatever could it beThat has brought me to this loss?
On your back with your racks as the stacks are your loadIn the back and the racks and the stacks of your loadIn the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load
This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realizationIt's the sound of the unlocking and the lift awayYour love will beSafe with me