Dreaming a Death Song
I had a nasty bout of vomiting this week. This is a problem from several perspectives, not least of which is that I’m having a hell of a time keeping my weight up. Every calorie counts. Also, because the surgeons have rearranged my throat infrastructure so weirdly, barfing feels like suffocating. Causing panic all out of perspective to the fact of a 24 hour virus.
Anyway, being unable to sleep last night until I’d seen every Pawn Stars twice, I drifted off. And dreamed the lyrics from Drugstore’s first album: “When God comes to me…I will be shaking…gun on my knees…my fingers waiting…gonna tell him I was born…mistaken…then I’m gonna let my fingers sleep…”.
Made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I don’t need a death song—yet. But when I do, I’ve got at least one candidate here!
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