I’ll spin you a tale of when tigers brushed their whiskers and foxes made promises. Of when woods were gateways to strange places and you could go anywhere if you were crafty and polite. I’ll tell you tales spun and drifted across the world. Coyote, clever in the canyon, told in the desert thousands of years ago, now repeated by me to my six-year-old sister in the bus on the way to Baguio. For people are storytellers and this is what makes us human, even in a different language, a different skin, half a world away, stories live through us.
oh boy
what a tale
chaos abounds
as the liquor goes down
it’s as old as time ya know
many have been
and many more to come
first you take a drink
then the drink takes a drink
then the drink takes you
really the stuff should be banned
but what of the people who don’t have a problem?
just because me and others have been sent to ruin
still, be wary
it’s not just an ol’ wife’s tale
the dereliction, the destruction
is as old as time
I’ll spin you a tale of when tigers brushed their whiskers and foxes made promises. Of when woods were gateways to strange places and you could go anywhere if you were crafty and polite. I’ll tell you tales spun and drifted across the world. Coyote, clever in the canyon, told in the desert thousands of years ago, now repeated by me to my six-year-old sister in the bus on the way to Baguio. For people are storytellers and this is what makes us human, even in a different language, a different skin, half a world away, stories live through us.
oh boy
what a tale
chaos abounds
as the liquor goes down
it’s as old as time ya know
many have been
and many more to come
first you take a drink
then the drink takes a drink
then the drink takes you
really the stuff should be banned
but what of the people who don’t have a problem?
just because me and others have been sent to ruin
still, be wary
it’s not just an ol’ wife’s tale
the dereliction, the destruction
is as old as time