Biography

I am going to make it through this year/ if it kills me.

Fill your mouth with berries/ by the full light of the moon./ Work all night if you have to/ the Magpie comes at Noon.

And I will get lonely/ and gasp for air./ And send your name up from my lips/ like a signal flare.

Pull my mask so tight,/until it pinches my skin./ Nerves strung so tight,/ I am a Mandolin.

Live like an Outlaw,/ clutching gold coins in his claw.