Enablers - Tundra | Текст песни

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He and his last best keep settle the bench
While the simple treatments California offers of autumn
Are a backdrop of small, stilled fires in the trees.

Through the window cobalt skies set his his bottle at a dull glow
And inside the deep recess of his hood the drop of an old hope
Stops at first impressions and turns elsewhere
Plumbing inward for a lingering chute
of Away.

The launderers read.

Outside the coffeehouse Duke goes picking over a scant bounty
Of crumbs and chaff, a-snufflin' so many And's??? he's senseless
To the middle-aged bartender who storms the extended surround
Like a dreaded cousin-- no one comes to see him anymore!
And it's been weeks, Angela, since that body of hers
Hasn't stopped to haunt him nights.

Where? …Where's she been? …Where's she been hiding anyway?

And the launderers in very careful turns put newspapers & books down
Uncrossing their legs & vanishing altogether into other disappearances
Embraceable or not.