passing thru’

top of the mountain

Spanish village

where the old women

still wear black

the old men

sit on chairs & watch the world

us going by

I guess there were

a couple of thousand souls

& my girl says

I could live here y’know?

yeah yeah somewhere here

there’s a kid got a room

posters on the walls

places they wanna go

because they hate

this one horse town

being stifled everyday

what you see as tradition

to them is repression

& her face turns away

looks out the window a while

says: but I’m not that kid

ok?

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