Rider

Call me rider
 Call me anything
 Call me what you like
 There's no good names for soul
 'Cause you know me
 Sycamore spit-twine
 These knotted boughs must write
 Of each injustice
 Every solstice in white
 We slung tobacci beyond our rising, rot-mines
 As trinkets get loosed us canaries will trill on sing-song
 New paragons
 There's some place I'd once belonged
 But straight from the heart I've wrought
 not one speck of proof
 So, dead punks traipse your streets
 Not a ghoul has your heat
 And straight from this heart I'll beat
 my wings over you
 'Cause you know me, rider
 I've got soul
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 Call me rider
 Call me anyone
 Spell me what you like
 There's no good cause I'm told
 'Cause you know me
 Happenstance twins brine
 And dread, besotted, clementine
 Oh, mighty father drippin' U.S. blue
 Whence stiff religion rose our every roof with hindsight
 So laughs the lancer who forgot how to ride
 Ponies freed as tresses flee
 Nouveau salons writ, continental spree
 But straight from this heart I wheeze no guarantees
 Just two twigs from a tree of life
 Gives one pause to take a wife
 Yet straight from the heart I'd lie just to tell you the truth
 Cause you know me, rider
 I've got soul
 Cause you know me, rider
 I've got soul