Marcy Layne

I believe that all roads lead to the same place - and that is wherever all roads lead to. - Willie Nelson She wakes up late, turns the clock on its side A candle still burns like the feelings she hides On the willowed string I conjured the name The window she passes disappears again She returns once more to comfort the rain Like wounds of pearl, I love her the same Pages of Marcy Layne fill my summer jars (she looks at me and laughs) How can I explain all the things we are Hieroglyphics of romance on neon-kissed streets Serpent and shelter with wounds so sweet Delight in the struggle of what’s wrong or right Once I was hollow, she filled me with night If I could reveal what coils within Would she remain my haunted twin Pages of Marcy Layne fill my summer jars (she looks at me and laughs) How can I explain all the things we are (and she turns her head and cries) Slowly you stroll and the day turns glass Don’t you feel reflected each time you pass And it’s slipping on through These are the things on my window sill A vision of tumors always bloom and fulfill I want to be inside, she fades Pages of Marcy Layne fill my summer jars (she looks at me and laughs) How can I explain all the things we are (and she turns her head and cries) Slowly you stroll and the day turns glass Don’t you feel reflected each time you pass And it’s slipping on through Written by Brian Jones & Chrispy The Nowhere Garden is: Brian Jones - Voice & Guitar Bill Stark - Guitar & Harmony Chrispy - Guitar Peadar MacMahon - Farfisa David Payne - Bass Chert - Whomp! Recorded at Egg Studio with Mark Guenther Mixed at Studio 419 with Jerry Merrill & Greg Reboulet Produced by Chrispy, Merrill, Reboulet & Payne I own the rights to this audio recording but make no copyright claim of the images. Special thanks to Brooke Shaden, whose images make up the bulk of this video. Check out more of her work at brookeshaden.com