Evangelista Winds Of St. Anne
Here's to the good days of a summer out west.
Here's to Saint Anne who's gone mad.
Here's to the love that bursts from our chests.
Here's to the good days and bad.
Hot wind is to twist and to twist is to turn and to
pull and to ache
with an ocean of burn goin down like a little boat with
no anchor
or shame. The west is the best and the wind knows my
name....
Happily buzzing thru the dark sky with my hand in my
pants.
I can't dance but I can blow like the wind.
Pay no attention to the trouble I'm in.
Goodnite mad Saint Anne takes another bite mad Saint
Anne.
To twist is to turn and to pull and to ache and blow
hot through
the cracks in the end of a break of a bone going
outside the body
finally in finally in finally into me. Broken bone
healed and set in
its ways growing so hard on a hot windy day you can
take me to
church or take me to school but baby, it's gonna be
SWINGIN.
Annie's gone mad Annie's gone mad.
Here's to the good days and bad.
Happily buzzing thru the dark sky - she can't stop if
she tried.
Static electric air the wind stands up her hair the
wind licks
her ear - she can't hear.
Goodnite mad Saint Anne takes another bite.
These are the rules when you come to my town:
When the wind blows there's no rules.
