As the sun is sinking low
and the evening’s tucked in tow
On the horizon, my true love I see.
—The Decemberists, ‘Bandit Queen’
She’s a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her
She says forever
To light a fuse
We could use
A hand full of wheel
And a day off
And a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is real
—Wilco, ‘She’s a Jar’
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