the sandy people got freckles where the rocks lie
spit in their ear and salt in their eyes
the mountain people got voices like a rock slide
hair like honeycomb, face like a drainpipe

the emergency is on
the waves are rising the money is gone
and all we've got to do is...

the dried up desert girl
wash her face and wash her feet
and lays quite warm between two sheets
some plants that only grow
between the gravel and under the snow
and why they would die no one knows

immediacy dear, is not immediate it's only near
and all we've got to do is...

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