By farm, cabin and shed
By rail, bus and krusty nails
By the lonely graves of our brave dead

Up-Country. Off-Country. K√łntri Out-Whack.
Dry moldrid-leatherish so to spijk

Down where the glittering klustred stars
Atomize your heart into fractaltype
And the dreaming forrests expands to the iniksplikibils

There.
There lies my home
A thousand mile wide and crack