Minus 5 Original Luke
Original Luke was a careless man, heart as hard as the
Grand Coulee Dam.
With silos tall over great north gorge, a shadow in each
hand, a shadow across the land.
Original Luke bartered better times, clanking round like
a bag of wine.
His halo gone and his hat below, and antique in his
prime.
A man so out of time.
I'm just trying to tell you how tired my soul is tired.
I'm just trying to tell you that the wires are all
unwired.
My globe is rolling down and down, and my lost sould is
so tired.
Luke was rund down by a coffee stand, a famous
caffeinated brand.
He drove right down in a black manhole, a good girl in
each hand.
A shadow across the land.
Original luke guzzled gasoline.
He drank it down till his tube was clean.
Pine trees bent down to make a box for ashes and a dream.
There's nothing much between.
