I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
I was thinking about turquoise I was thinking about gold
I was thinking about diamonds and the world's biggest necklace
As we rode through the canyons through the devilish cold
I was thinking about Isis how she thought I was so reckless.
Haven't seen real metal trash cans in forever. Sure a few skinny jeans wearing retro Hipster wanna be cats here and there will rock a pair of "vintage" trash cans just to be cool. But they never really use them. They sit on the porch looking cool. Announcing to the world their retro-ness and uber coolness. But not these. These smell like yesterdays dreams. Like whiskey breakfasts and boiled cabbage. These are used. Every day. Not to be cool. But because they work. Winter after winter. They do the trick. Rugged. Real.