Bardo (Nicholls Sheila)

In the desert by myself i can find the goodness in you again, when the wind conducts an orchestra, creosote, sand and juniper, while Mrs. jones worries about what Mrs. smith will think tomorrow, while Mrs. smith worries about the same, and how much she might borrow, liberate liberate liberate songs you can hear in the bardo liberate liberate liberate songs you can hear in the bar Lack of ceiling was something I sought to meet you beyond fallible so the sky and I we schemed and thought but one of us was too gullible an’ all the tv’s around the world, broke out in unison, you’ve used us wrong gone on too long organized, got our own union liberate ...... ....here we are, well it’s so nice to see you again, it’s been so long and I don’t even remember when or how we lost touch what was so important then don’t mean that much, nah don’t mean that much, don’t mean anything at all. liberate......