jeff tweedy
ashes of american flags
the cash machine is blue and green for a hundred in twenties and a small service fee i could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents on diet coca-cola and unlit cigarettes i wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck how hot and sorrowful this machine begs for luck all my lies are always wishes i know i would die if i could come back new i want a good life with a nose for things a fresh wind and bright sky to enjoy my suffering a hole without a key if i break my tongue speaking of tomorrow how will it ever come all my lies are always wishes i know i would die if i could come back new i'm down on my hands and knees every time the doorbell rings i shake like a toothache when i hear myself sing all my lies are only wishes i know i would die if i could come back new i would like to salute the ashes of american flags and all the falling leaves filling up shopping bags