Buzzards, higher

Three or more flying vultures is called a kettle
A group of vultures hanging out is a committee
Vultures feasting on remains together is called a wake.

When I was a kid, my family had a lake place near the ozarks.  It wasn't techinically the lake of the ozarks, it was off Turkey Creek.  My great-grandfather had built a house on a bluff that had shallow caves.  Just underneath the house next door was the biggest cave, we called it the bird cave.  I had heard about the cave for, it seemed, like a long time before I got to explore it.  I remember asking about going down and I don't know if my cousin didn't want to show me or my mom was freaked out about me walking down to it.  When I finally got to climb down the rusty metal stairs bolted to the cliff, the actual cave was a little lackluster.  It was neat, and i really did think so, but at that age, I had created a different image and the reality of it wasn't as spectacular as I imagined.  There was a bit of a cave inside the cave and there was bird shit everywhere.  There might of been some feathers, but nothing huge, so I don't have anything to show from it..I think there might have been some eggs, but I might be re-imagining that or maybe that was a different visit.  There were absolutely no birds in the cave.  Honestly, thank god.  Maybe that was the reason we didn't go down there much?  I only went in it a few times.  Maybe because it wasn't on our property or that the stair was getting too old, I don't remember.

One time we were driving around in a neighboring "resort" and we saw a committee of vultures on a bare tree in the near distance.  We got out to look and could hear them talking.  The scene was kinda unnerving and haunted.

Anyway the lake place is one of my happy places.  You would see turkey vultures up close flying along the bluff.  We called them buzzards.  It was really cool to see them that close.

Wolves, lower

Pilgrimage

Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take our fortune
They called the clip a two-headed cow
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, pilgrimage
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn, take a turn
Take our fortune, take our fortune
Speakin' in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck, pilgrimage
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck a two-headed cow
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune
Pilgrimage, pilgrimage
Speakin' in tongues, it's worth a broken lip
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck
Rest assured this will not last, take a turn for the worst
Your hate clipped and distant, your luck two-headed
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune
Pilgrimage, pilgrimage
The pilgrimage has gained momentum
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune (take a turn)
Take a turn (take a turn), take a turn (take a turn)
Take our fortune (take a turn), take our fortune



Lyrics by Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe from the album, Murmur.

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eeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssss

i forgot to buy r.e.m. tickets when they were available in the midwest, so i had to travel to alaska to buy them. i walked around on, i guess, the outskirts of a glacier; some areas were white and some deep cerulean blue. it was neat to see water bubbles being held under the blue part of the ice. simon was in the airport where you buy these tickets, i decided to go in. simon informed me that the tickets were more expensive than the previous midwest price. oh well, it was our fault we missed it. we had to spend the night in alaska so we got a hotel. i was walking from the gas station for some reason when from the shadows i saw an enormous eagle fly out of the snowy ground. the eagle was fierce and every person around me coward in a worship pose, i did the same. the eagle stood before us and was going to do something horrible to us, it wanted what was in my hand so i fed the seeds or something of that size to it. it seems like i knew they were poison...but not enough to kill the eagle, because i end up running from it in the hotel and i can't find my room--i'm running all over this place. room 510, i think. either before or after this episode i was in a room with a tiger running and jumping off the wall.

Ages of You

Postcard stowaway within

Pristine indigo without

Banded ottoman as such

Sofa seated one too much

All along the range sha-la-la-la-la-la all along the range sha-la-la-la-la

Ages of you

Ages of you

Ages of you

Train pulls over hanging bridge

Conductor looks up, thinks

Out and down, hands stuck to the left

To the right, you should fall,

The horses just don't gossip anymore

Ages of you

Ages of you

Ages of you

Lyrics by Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe (R.E.M.) from the album, Dead Letter Office. Listen to this album--it's great! I love the first song: "My head is shaking and my arms are shaking and my feet are shaking cuz the earth is quakin!"

Peace out. ~Andi