June 14th, '06 -- Worth the Waits

all halo, horns and a tail
shovelling coal inside my dreams

the plough is red, the well is full
inside the dollhouse of her skull

her cheetah coat fills up with steam
she's such a scream

Tom Waits: She's Such a Scream (Bone Machine)

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when the moon is a cold, chiseled dagger
and it's sharp enough to draw blood from a stone

he rides through your dreams on a coach and horses
and the fenceposts in the moonlight look like bones

when their boots mount the staircase
and the door's flung back open

he's not there, for he has risen
he's not there
for he has risen

Tom Waits: Black Wings (Bone Machine)