i saw my insides fall out and so i sucked them back in i was surprised by what was in there a little boy with dolphin fins a bucket of leggos and gin an atomic bomb the dali lama he could not tell me the way he could not tell me the meaning until i m ready to be crucified and the wind is made of moon s thoughts all quickened with poetry and madness and if you hold in your lungs for just a few seconds you ll feel the burning i speak of you ll feel the burning i speak of we are buddha confucious and jesus christ we were born to philosophize but if we want to fly we ve got to leave our shit on the ground or is that too much to sacrifice and we will not know the way and we will not know the meaning until we are ready to be crucified and the wind is made of moon s thoughts all quickened with poetry and madness and if you hold in your lungs for just a few seconds you ll feel the burning i speak of you ll feel the burning i speak of
['duluth indie', 'stomp and holler']