nudwig

isn't it good to be lost in the woods
twenty even less to me than I thought
with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
cloverhoney pots and mystic shining feed...
well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
hey ho, huff the talbot
on vacation to stay with the badger
in the northwest where their tree they cried
spent my april singin with them gypsies
to come back home and smell that sea
come on in my kitchen
my terraplane is itchin
that crazy sea on the warm wind tonight
feels like fuckin and smells like a fight