Back To Back Pockets

It was time to rewind, to back there in time, where my mind was blown by far out phones and far away moans.  The riffs in the night, the distant sights, all together on a mystic flight.

This market mess, this national test, the money must go someplace else.  Back to back pockets, like bottlerockets, knocking it.  Completely rude, these bitter blues, this old lying news.

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