Morning, Puerto fuerte

I'm pleased to have you host my lethargy

This stuff always gets burned off by the time it seems to need to

Don't read too much into me, I'm only practicing today

I'm just warming up my thumbs, so to speak

For to hitch hike from agenda to river side

To acclimate into a new day skin and go diving

There's almost always treasure here

In the form of potential evidence discarded

One mans ditches are another man's riches!

Now, now, settle down

Like a cash sleeve into soft sediment Down here at the bottom of another new depth in the same old river. Would you dive for me?

Were I to have been tossed out with the Nixon maksks and 38s?

Revolver, you will become the ones you steal from

Recover, what you hardly healed from Only lovers here, in the belly of this steel drum

Petrified into one last meaningful embrace

What a chase!

What a chase.