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back on the railroad caught between the current and the cold how is it ol' Cassady died? they say he rode the tracks all the way to Avalon say it was exposure that got him in the end secobarbital and second hand smoke waiting on a wet sunrise that never came counting railroad ties half way to infinity hell of a way to go the hero of two generations hell of a way to go not with a bang --as they say-- no one there to hear the whimper 4am ticket to shambhala Hank gave up the grief weeks before he died crippled and old poor ******* Bukowski could hardly walk down those hallways to hell maybe Hem did it best Ti Jean died from that almighty weight on his shoulders unhappy with a dead liver and a dead spirit. yes, Hem did it best it seems him and Hunter --football season is over-- felt the world slipping out quick as it came so they both put a quick one to the brain all of my old friends are dead now one way tickets to Shangri-La I see them they all walk the tracks but they don't wait up they don't wait up light one for me Hank I'll be there soon enough
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
Even Hank Died Sober
back on the railroad caught between the current and the cold how is it ol' Cassady died? they say he rode the tracks all the way to Avalon say it was exposure that got him in the end secobarbital and second hand smoke waiting on a wet sunrise that never came counting railroad ties half way to infinity hell of a way to go the hero of two generations hell of a way to go not with a bang --as they say-- no one there to hear the whimper 4am ticket to shambhala Hank gave up the grief weeks before he died crippled and old poor ******* Bukowski could hardly walk down those hallways to hell maybe Hem did it best Ti Jean died from that almighty weight on his shoulders unhappy with a dead liver and a dead spirit. yes, Hem did it best it seems him and Hunter --football season is over-- felt the world slipping out quick as it came so they both put a quick one to the brain all of my old friends are dead now one way tickets to Shangri-La I see them they all walk the tracks but they don't wait up they don't wait up light one for me Hank I'll be there soon enough
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craigverlin
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Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
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