Posted by: Meg | 15 May 2007


darling, remember, from when you come to me
that i’m the pretender,
i’m not what I’m supposed to be
but who could know, if i’m a traitor?
time’s the revelator.

they caught the katy, and left me a mule to ride.
the fortune lady came along, she walked beside,
but every word seemed to date her.
time’s the revelator.

up in the morning up and on the ride.
i drive in to Corning and all the spindles whine
and ever day is getting straighter.
times the revelator.

leaving the valley and fucking out of sight
i’ll go back to Cali where i can sleep out every night
and watch the waves and move the fader.
time’s the revelator.

queen of fakes and imitators.
time’s the revelator.


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