Saturday, at about 1 am.

S, A and me on the highway. A takeout pack of roti canai for people at home, a yogurt drink for S, a guinness and quarter of a joint for me. A handsqueeze for A. This on the stereo:


“Marry Song”

I’ll marry my lover in a place to admire
I don’t have to even ask her I can look in her eyes
And thank God that I am forgiven
I thank all my friends
To say I’ve been truer or they forgotten

Marry my mind is to say the least
Its been awful hard to just stand on my feet
I think I’ll slow down if I am able
I won’t drown in the ocean
For starving my place at the table

Lucky ones are we all til it is over
Everyone near and far
When you smile the sun it peaks through the clouds
Never die for always be around and around and around

How is your sister and what of your brother
Extend hellos to your father and mother
What in the world would cause you any sorrow
Like tea in your loaf
And see how I killed the wheel barrel I borrowed

Lucky ones are we all til it is over
Everyone near and far
When you smile the sun it peaks through the clouds
Never die for always be around and around and around

* an attempt at transcribing this beautiful Band of Horses Song. This is from this lyrics site.

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