and all aboard
a queen and a lord
ready for their ride
with nowhere new to hide
steel tracks up and down each arm
funny thinking about the harm
punching thru the public crowd
screaming in and out loud
waiting for the boot to kick
always feeling high and sick
and Mary was her name
Mary was her name
playing needles was her game
but what was i to do?
i didn't have a clue
she grabbed ahold of me
i got down on one knee
everything a blur
it wasn't all due to her
i gave her all i should
she took everything she could
and when i tried to rationalize
she disappeared before my eyes
stealing my last breath
tattooing me with signs of death
and all aboard
a queen and a lord
ready for their ride
with nowhere new to hide.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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