they will play
night at the jetty by panda bear at my funeral
where the song goes-lalalala-that's when my arms will open up to the sky-or shall I say-FIRMAMENT-or arch- or vault
at my funeral, you will get candy-melt in your mouth snickers-snickers everywhere-you'll taste the sugar sweet carmel-like dusk rolling in-nuts-whatever the nougat is made of
WIPE YOUR MOUTH~
it's closed casket so don't bother with your camera - all you get are little brown pictures out the back anyway
bury me on an emerald isle-out by New Jersey-where the fog runs into the sand-where you can run run run run run to see the coast crashing-and little flags marking the air-my first memory
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