Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Drop on a Rose

That when the rain comes down
And the first-born-son is taken
And the clouds darken the town
They will pass over
— Dan Bern, They will pass over

Eight miles high and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you’re going
Are somewhere just being their own
— The Byrds, Eight Miles High

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