Here's a wordy one.

#4track #cassette

Dittany leads you lightly Through lemongrass and Eden Past soaked abandoned furniture To see the teacups beckon Her belt is silk piano keys And bracelets sterling silvery She’s standing unassuming in the Focus of your camera

She tells you of New Mexico She’d move back if she could go And swamp city humidity Is no match for the dry heat You’ve been to Arizona But only in the autumn

Call and she will coddle She is lightning in a bottle Though you are not ready yet Bury it somewhere safe and don’t forget

Dittany guides you kindly By shattered bones of factories To her old stone apartment That’s legitimately freezing Keeps a hairdryer in the blankets But she will insist she’s careful Arugula and eggs In the morning with the snowfall

There’s an out of tune piano That is practically unplayable She will sing for minutes Privately by telephone Your city’s like machinery Rain-steeped God’s black tea

Call and she will answer She’s a bumblebee and a dancer Though you are not ready yet Bury it somewhere safe and don’t forget

Dittany wants to teach you How to change your damn oil Finds a little humor In your busted old umbrella To watch the tightrope walker It sure did blow her mind The courage and the focus To walk across that sky

She’d spot you at the venue You stick out like a splinter In your clothes that hang too loose For those couple months in winter She will make you feel alive Then push you off the high-dive

Didn’t get too far She’s a explosion in a jar Though you are not ready yet Bury it somewhere safe and don’t forget