lord - the deity that lives in mandolin strings and flattering vests and getting in front of strangers and telling secrets - get me up like this, raise my heart in choreographed dance in a beer hall. The hops are in our feet, and you can take that how ever you would like. A string quartet and a warmth, a warm color flooding from stage lights, or I think they’re stage lights. I want to believe there are stage lights, that’s the only way I’m living in this love. We’ve been practicing with our string instruments we’ve been hiding our gut. I want to love like this. I am not, and I want to love like this. A number we must play ourselves to get right, fingers a callous bouquet, stomping in rhythm in rhythm stomping in time with gold.
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