Califone Salt
Adrift upon the irish sea/ dreaming all on the desert
flats
Smash the atom with your back teeth grind/
Touch my face with your foot.
-Long tone long tone/ swept away the salt/
Slat line salt line/ swept away
Catacombed in Sunday clothes/
gathering the wood to burn myself gone
My flower my flower/ I'm still pretty.
Drunk on easter day
