She asked me Whay?
so ah asked maself no no no Ms Ketchem!
Ah said ah ha ho ho ho no
no no no Ms Ketchem ya see
ya got me in
ma south Carolina kinda feelin’
ya caught me in the corn fields of bluuhd…
And the sun is a tamboree of shadow
and the lime snakes mate with the burrying snakes
and the accent(s) shaking limbs are that pulse!
they were always skipping guitars with the russians
they were always beating sweet madness with somnambulant bones
like the way a nun dances with snakes
and the way a halo shines with the red skin of many colours
and the phone wasn’t movin’
it was kissing lightning with a knife.