Big Red Jeff Rubard
2010-03-02 01:53:25 UTC
http://www.amazon.com/Draft-Xxx-Cantos-Directions-Paperbook/dp/0811211282
With no hawks left on their perches,
And no clothes there in the presses,
And left his trunk in Raquel and Vidas,
That big box of sand, with the pawn-brokers,
To pay for his menie;
Breaking his way to Valencia.
Ignez de Castro murdered, and a wall
Here stripped, here made to stand.
Drear waste, the pigment flakes from the stone,
On plaster flakes, Mantegna painted the wall.
Silk tatters, "Nec Spe Nec Metu".
BUM RUSH THE DOOR OF THE STORE PICK UP THE ALBUM - Wes
With no hawks left on their perches,
And no clothes there in the presses,
And left his trunk in Raquel and Vidas,
That big box of sand, with the pawn-brokers,
To pay for his menie;
Breaking his way to Valencia.
Ignez de Castro murdered, and a wall
Here stripped, here made to stand.
Drear waste, the pigment flakes from the stone,
On plaster flakes, Mantegna painted the wall.
Silk tatters, "Nec Spe Nec Metu".
BUM RUSH THE DOOR OF THE STORE PICK UP THE ALBUM - Wes