Lletres:
Augie March Watch Me Disappear

courage and I've got the same fear, So gather round now and watch me disappear. Been a smokey, been on fire, I'm on terms with immolation, Don't try to pull me

Lately the smoke from the burning bushes, Has the eye and the mouth tasting ashes, For the price we've the haze of Olympus, Ambling by the Children

the plain, No more sorrow, no more pain, City of Rescue I don't know, Is that where all good people go? If that's where all good people go, Leave me

Strange paradise that you're living in, Strangers talk to you in hissing tongues, fictioning. I've gone inside some, you don't see me none, I don'

my defeat. But as I rose up ginger I was arrested by a sight That flickered in my periphery, A reflection in a Hillman Hunter window, I saw that the creature was me

a cord of wood. Not for me the huon pine, Not for me the ankle iron, A'resting in the rope'll do me fine. So they sent me down to Bellerive, Strung me