life was a shit and a fuck and the midnight got inside you like the cold got inside you and it spoke to you and it said no bro no not this lifetime ~ but there was a freedom there wasnt there ? in the silence and in the nothing and that band sang oh that magic feeling nowhere to go and you clung to that thru the eves of destruction out on the cigarette corners counting up your telephone coins stood at the cabstand alone with something to drink but nowhere to go ~ and it got deeper inside of you and it ate its way back out of you from d o w n where regret ferments and the hard ice you were achieved a difficult spring ~ and you got inside each other and you built a metaphorical solid gold home together and it said go bro go its time for some summer and all the irrigated gin fields were sown with enough sunflower to weather the sickness dusk