Empire of Dirt

Empire of Dirt or You and I, Against the World
Feb. 6, 2010

Millet's The Angelus

This little hovel with its busted sink
The rugged counter stained with your paints and ink.
The antique curtains, the peeling wallflowers,
Though the carpet is musty, we call it ‘ours’.
My bank account said zero, your car won’t start,
Yet we’ll change the world, I in politics and you with art.
These books I swore someday I’ll make millions,
With you, nothing is impossible in my aspirations.
When it’s cold outside and I got little hope,
It’s your warmth and smile, ‘tis how I cope.
Someday this nothing will make you proud,
You in my life are the silver linings in the clouds.