bring back the old songs.

bring back the old songs.
not because they're better but 'cause of how my heart feels.
bring me to the desert.
to stare at the stars.

never forget to always keep moving.
and don't think too hard about it.
when I was a child I was in an accident.
but we had hospitals like you do.

whatever she plays we dance to.
your rings and chains dangle to your waist.
and your hair is blue.
but the sun shines on us all.

"do you remember the way you cried"
and how I busted the window.
and how I broke my hand on the fridge.
my brother was still around then.
sven.










artist, date unknown.
picked up at sophie joe's emporium on west 7th in st. paul (very friendly staff, and store is cool)