Head Burner


I was standing on a star way down
I was picking petals from your frown
I put burners on the sides of my head
I met a demon on his way to town
And I wear seven hats for seven days
In seven ways I saw your hands
In seven lands in seven times
These seven hands are holding signs
Sticky lands are walking sticks
Across my head ferociously 

Bridge I was walking through a summer Who can be so all alone?

(1989)

                     (art by Jay Moores)

song (1992 version)
video (2016 version)

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