hot chocolate and st. john's wort (cont.)
meanwhile, back at the fishing lodge, the proprietor was thinking about selling it off, to start a new lease on life, to move to the big city, work more on his poetry and this time marry a more sympathetic wife - you see, his sperm refused to swim and although she said she still loved him, whenever they were fighting, to hurt him, she wouldn't let him forget - so he'd follow the power lines back to where they originate, and there he'd find himself a new mate, in an all night diner, a waitress with a permanent smile, she'd never worn red a day in her life, but nobody ever noticed, so nobody ever asked why - and she'd love her new man as much as the night life, and one night when she'd remark to herself that her life couldn't get any better, well she'd be half right - because that night a man in the diner would stalk her and kill her because she looked just like his mother who used to put cigarettes out on his legs for being late home from school - and as he strangled the last breath out from under her lips, he stared into her eyes and said 'you'll never forget this' - and in his eye she saw tears - and beneath them a brilliant vermillion on gray on dead green on brown on red.
lonnie- acoustic guitar, background vocals
marc- electric guitar
janie- vocals
written by lonnie
