  There are things out there that'll bend your bones! Just got off work, at one in the morning.. listening to urlLink Richard Buckner , tired and strung out, can't quite seem to gather my thoughts. Buckner's good for moments like these. His music is hard to grasp at first, but has a strange structure to it if you listen closely. Strange, as in wonderful. Of all the things that you keep near, take hold now of the one you have because the time wil come a-lil-too-soon.
Boys, the night will bury you. The moon'll grow & moan tonight & disappear w/o a fight. You won't give up until you lose. Boys, the night will bury you. Feel her breath upon your ear. The trouble now is not the truth.
There are things out there that'll bend your bones. Boys, the night will bury you. Take a lil sip & dream a bit. But, do you find your attic room? Don't you close those eyes again. Boys, the night will bury you.
Good night :) 
