NOTE FROM A RANCH I HAVE NOT YET TOILED ON:
Strangers aren’t evil.
If I could make the musicians naked, I would.
They all lie,
they all came from the same dank basement, watching themselves in a mirror.
The people I don’t know, I know them best.
I can see their intentions with a lightness in my eye.
You look humble only from behind and Hell is not a place where we can be alone.
Nakedness and money, both poles. We are tethered to them.
G E Costello