the walkers, the deciders
the flimsy and the flooded
claiming repeatedly
always sayin'
through the tunnels and flows
near paradise and ebbs
slurring words and stumbling
always sayin'
the junkies and the beaten
the heartless, the wailers
counting days and nights and seasons
always sayin'
the screamers, the lush
the noiseless space
scattered and starved
always sayin'
Mugshot
If ya wanna be a country star. Play them famous country bars. Take a swing at a security guard. Getcha a good mugshot. If ya wanna prove y...
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The road had done me in, I needed to hide out and get my thoughts together, write something, play something, do nothing for awhile. I boo...
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Felt my smile about to crack. Damn your pride, got your back. Dreams are dreams, facts are facts. Let's get on with it. Life's too...
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The drive from London to Dublin went directly through the geographical center of the state. A 50-foot high lookout looks out in every dir...