Mankind, the conqueror and King Swings the flag of primal glory to the winds Titans of the power myth that failed Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so frail So weak, so hollow minded The primal

69 Eyes Miscellaneous Graveland Down by the riverbank in the old bayou I am digging a grave into mud just for you And the hardest rains always come from Tupelo The hardest rains always come from

Doors Miscellaneous Notebook Poems TALES OF THE AMERICAN NIGHT Discovery Angels & Sailors (rich girls) Backyard fences, tents dreams watching each other narrowly Soft luxuriant cars Girls in

You've got the best intentions I've got this short attention, whoa, whoa Think I've been taught the bad habits, friends Know what they say about bad habits is that they never end You know I was waiti

Far cries, far sighs* The wind that slowly burns your back Thick lies, demise, The emptiness of slain goodbyes, Your flesh, denies, Another blow that brings you down, Numb eyes, surprise, The lady