Issue 1, Winter 2007

 

I Need a Banjo
By Majid Kathiri

One day I walked along
the path of songless song.

Saw me a river so bright
had the shine of shivering night.

Cause April's a woman I know.
Walked picket lines covered in snow.

Summer's pain's no wheat,
sunk fast in the mud at her feet.

Still raining as Winter descends,
no love she only pretends.

So I got me a shovel real wide
and dug the other side.

The path of songless song.
The path of songless song.
She said in her sleep it won't be too long,
Now it won't, it won't, it won't be too long.

The path of songless song.
The path of songless song.
No seasons, no seasons, no seasons...

Oh God, can't... I... be... wrong?