They said this was the place to meet
This dim, spidery countryside.
Away from the screeching of the streets
So open without a place to hide.
I'm standing in a landscape of cow-shit
Even the sky is caked with it.
And walking by the dark, bovine river,
"I won't be like them," I think, and shiver.
They told me to join this artist colony in the hills
When I'd never even painted the town.
I'm a welder by trade, but they told me to "come on down."
Seemed a little weird, man. Sinister.
They said the grounds were so green
And the nights so restful, pristine.
I hadn't even had a dream in years
And I felt my death in my belly
And my life was in arrears.
They played me a song so damned pretty
I coulda just shit a violin.
No more floating in this world of trash,
Rendering plants and garbage bins.
But in my nose they shove burning candles
In my eyes they stick waxy thorns
In my mouth they pour gasoline
Nice fellas I coulda sworn.
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