I wrote "Goldenrod" for my dear friend, Adam Faucett. We didn’t know each other when we were kids but this is what I imagined it might have been like for us in our late teens to be on drugs in a house somewhere down in the humid south.
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Somewhere in this house
You are sleeping
I am goldenrod
Bind me to your legs
Raise me up
With your eyelids
What is in a man
But to breathe
What is in a man
But to keep on
Adam, when we was young
We talked shit
And did drugs
But now that your
Eyes have changed
And gone dark
My spine’s still creeping
