One of the most beautiful songs ever written, by anyone. Inspired by Richard Brautigan.
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All these words I wrote
Those books were mine
From shattered avenues
Lost silver shine
"You can't catch death" wrote my baby girl
But I'd left that street
And I'd left the world
Books of California
The library is my cemetery
A perfect place for my words to still sleep
Blue sky under ice cream clouds
A hawkline monster still dreams out loud for
Books of California
These words I wrote
Those dreams of mine
Of bottles drunk and city lights
And in Oregon I wrote goodbye waves
So the wind would blow my words away
Books of California
Those books were mine
From shattered avenues
Lost silver shine
"You can't catch death" wrote my baby girl
But I'd left that street
And I'd left the world
Books of California
The library is my cemetery
A perfect place for my words to still sleep
Blue sky under ice cream clouds
A hawkline monster still dreams out loud for
Books of California
These words I wrote
Those dreams of mine
Of bottles drunk and city lights
And in Oregon I wrote goodbye waves
So the wind would blow my words away
Books of California
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