Dan from IV by AITIS BAND

She always wore a handkerchief
To hide her balding head
And let me eat the berries
She'd grown on her red
Door step
Her husband always wore a skirt
Collected artifacts
Revolution era
Guns and bayonets
I used to watch their children
And teach them to Potty train
The horse got out one summer night
It's head Had slipped the rain
One night a little bat got in
I called mister bill thane
The brother of the skirt guy
He killed it with a spade
I dreamt about Dan
He looked the same
His red hair was still red
But his chest looked like a man
We were back at Mohawk
Colors blue and gold
The warrior watched over us
On the basketball court
We saw each other once more
By chance on the train
I said don't ask
When he looked at the book in my hand

• Experimental
• Low Volume
• Punk
• lo-fi
• naive pop
• sci-fi
• Chicago