When the Furious Leaves (Music & Lyrics by Bill Carrasco)  The postulating chestnut trees Ask all the ritual morning questions Counting all the fingers In the chain links of the fences The summer’s off her swing And I’m a little bit thinner My face is so cold And the furious leaves climb October’s silver limp Across the field of longing Sounds like a stretching southern “e” Along the sidewalk curve Cramp deliver again They’re giving away mirrors At the end of the road Where the tree roots are old And the furious leaves climb This foliage fire surrounds Our bodies on the ground A strange colored liquor Keeps on working its way down A spider delicately pierces What she wonderful tremor What she eyes in the world When the furious leaves climb All these rain covered people Picking words and asking questions Not one of them capable of landing In my world Yo sé bien que estoy afuera The planetary shower of my hands Falls on you like all the yeses in the world Along your body curve Cramp deliver again I’m dreaming in the shadow Of your lower case yawn All my demons are gone And the furious leaves climb This foliage fire surrounds Our bodies on the ground The purple butterfly Keeps on working its way down A spider delicately pierces What she wonderful tremor What she eyes in the world When the furious leaves climb All these rain colored people Throwing words into questions Not one of them capable of standing In our world But we’re in love and we don’t care The other side is almost there No need to be alone There’s enough of me to keep you warm Let’s get out of this house So we can love out loud I need to love you now There’s nothing else to figure out I wanna take you to the beach light a fire pitch a tent go inside come back out at sunrise make some hobo coffee count the pelicans ride some waves light’em up with friends eat some shrimp dig a hole and go back in the tent again

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