the dapper judas reaches back and slaps the students he says the mutt was an american man well he howls and he puffs after all that he can touch but his arms they re never so long as his hands the troubled leper shuts his eyes and does some guesswork oh so carefully with confidence and crayons saying daily my allegiance goes to gardens where graffiti grows and choirs of competing moans command oh and that same troubled leper says it is not just the effort it will take to finally make my stand it s a different color collar and a hundred thousand dollars for a decent piece of arable land oh round the bend where the grass grows wild over every merry mile and dan dan schlemmer sleeps out in the van there comes one long soft sigh on the wind for you and i and the good fruit is a bend at every branch the hapless maiden looking back at the bed she s laid in says i ve yet to meet the man who knows well they tell me between heavy breaths that darling after god and death i long to know what s hid beneath your clothes and the self appointed middleman approaches with his brittle hands says i don t ever go that close but i wish there were a lover or someone i could lean on and tell them i know something that they don t and i would lie lie lie if it makes you feel alright well it ain t worth the wait to lay alone but if you have to stay i will return someday with every little thing that i have stolen  oh there he goes oh where the grass grows wild over every merry mile and danny schlemmer sleeps out in the van there comes one long soft sigh on the wind for you and i and the good fruit is a bend at every branch
['deep new americana', 'portland indie', 'stomp and holler']