Lyrics
In my medicine cabinet
The winter fly has died of old age
Well here I am, 2 PM
What day is it?
The tree looks like a dog
Barking at heaven
Prayer beads on the Holy Book
My knees are cold
In the morning frost
The cats step slowly
No telegram today
Only more leaves fell
The Castle of the Gandharvas
Is full of aging young couples
Early morning yellow flowers
Thinking about the drunkards of Mexico
The national scene
Late afternoon sun in those trees
Nightfall
Boy smashing dandelions with a stick
Holding up my purring cat
To the moon, I sighed
August moon
Oh, I got a boil on my thigh
Drunk as a hoot owl
Writing letters by thunderstorm
All day long
Wearing a hat that wasn't on my head
Beautiful young girls
Running up the library steps with shorts on
Crossing the football field
Coming home from work, the lonely businessman
Useless, useless
Heavy rain driving into the sea
After the shower
Among the drenched roses, the bird thrashing in the bath
The little worm lowers itself from the roof
By a self-shat thread
Snap your finger! Stop the world!
Rain falls harder
Nightfall
Too dark to read the page, too coldIn my medicine cabinet
The winter fly has died of old age
Following each other
My cats stop when it thunders
Spring evening
The two eighteen year old sisters
The postman is late
The toilet window is shining
Wash hung out by moonlight
Friday night in May
Empty baseball field
A robin hops along the bench
Blackbird, no! Bluebird!
Branch still jumping
My rumpled couch