Early Kottke song lyrics:
Furry JaneShe's long and tender, got an icy heart
She lives in the mountains, makes the mountains bark
To see her in the evening when the moon is high
Makes a mad man shiver, a lover cry
She's mother to affliction, got to sooth our kind
In her eyes are the secrets of the tortured minds
Her breast is enchanted with the lover's tale
Where courage trembles, where vision fails
She rides on confusion and she flies in the storm
On her unknown promises from hunger born
Her song is resentment and her judgement plain
For her lover redemption, her children pain
She's long and tender, got an icy heart
She lives in the mountains, makes the mountains bark
To see her in the evening when the moon is high
Makes a mad man shiver, a lover cry
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