90 words on Adam Green
Musical ladders
leaning on mountains
bathed in white laughter
under the sun.
Somebody's birthday
came stumbelin' towards us
wrapped in green gladness
under the sun.
We're gonna make it through this war tonight.
Someone hold this child up to the light.
Prostitute fingers
fumbling with matches
tucked in red couches
under green moons.
Mexican waitress
got caught in the crossfire
of militant families
bursting with juice.
We're gonna break it to your folks tonight.
Kind of hope your pops don't hear me right.
Oh yeah.Adam Green, Musical Ladders