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UntitledI come from New Orleans where the swingers hook up with the singers, and the boxes have a person inside who speak to you through a thick horizontal slot in the door. You come from Minnesota where the most aggressive sentence is “Hi, how are you” and you’ve attended church every Sunday of your life, even though you don’t really believe in god. / We came to the West to skate with the surfer junkies. But then the harbors got bombed and we moved out East to see the hipsters and the artists beggin on the streets. We went to the South with the racists and bigots were dying for a good show. We moved up North to escape from the 70s, and with the 80s on the rise we figured we’d best stay away. / The 70s were rockin’ with **** and LSD in parks and concerts, and on benches on the streets. The smoke in the air was everywhere, from the slums in Wisconsin to the cities of Dallas. Even the poor were lost in the haze.
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How To Fall In Love With A MurdererTook the 17 down nicollet / Passed the City Center / Passing time
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UntitledI. Summer pictures litter her walls / Glitter infestations / Second grade yearbook
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Sometimes I Still Think Of YouI. Dark tree hanging above us in the night / Casting out shadows that try and steal babies in the silence / These creatures sway with the wind singing out tunes of old
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In Some Far Off Fairy TaleWhite, calloused hands / Gripping white soft belly / Bushy white hair
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The Lusitania was sunk for no good reasonThe rats in the walls are chewing our cable lines / The channels that work on the TV are as follows / 11 - where we watch the news
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Brooklyn can't **** meOur house in Brooklyn / Groaning with the heavy sheeted winds / Car doors and answering machines
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Seven Degrees from the ZenithStarlight on soft clarinet. / Moonlight on jazz solo. / Empty auditorium
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Satirical Love SongYour bright blue eyes look deep into my soul / Looking deeply into your own I see you there. / Bright pools of light looking directly into each other
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Splitting SubjunctivesLet the rain fall all night / Sitting in puddles on the street / With your ponytail soaking.
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