Spare me the middle

Spare me the time spent muddling

The money managing

The taking the time to mind your manners

The panacea, the planners, the mindless mindfullness

The painless leveraged loss and gain

Damn your principled stance, damn your love that never took a chance

Heed the dull ache in your heart

Bleed, feel, cheat reason, follow the fleeting feeling that tonight… tonight…

Folky fingerpickers, dressed in union soldier hats and coats, make me wish I had a good horse, bow, arrows, and a steady aim.