Turn the radio on, to drown out the sound of goodbye
Blink back the tears, show me you’ve still got your pride
Just get yourself lost in a sad country song
Those guys that they play know just what to say
Turn the radio on
When Jimmy came back home he was suprized that they had gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak
But Jimmy drank until he choked
And took the road to heaven in the morning
Sally McLannan—The Pogues
*you know, ahem, that could’ve worked for the train thread, the people thread, OR the heaven thread
Almost Heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growing like a breeze
spread me open,
sticking to my pointy ribs
are all your infants in abortion cribs
I was born into this
everything turns to shit
the boy that you loved is the man that you fear
There’s a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow