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Droning a monotone note, Rocking back and forth, complaining of a sore throat,        I witnessed a man go insane. Down the street from the store By the grey abstruse sign on the back door,       He did a quick shake. . . .       He did a quick shake. . . . To the acrid taste of an apple. With his begrimed hair and dark eyes, He pulled out a paper and started to recite his final goodbyes,       O darkness! Swaying, syncopated with his incoherent words, He imagined a world with only birds.       Sweet world! Coming from the innards of his soul.       O darkness! In a deep voice filled with dissimulation, I heard that man whisper,        “Ain’t got nothing to think of,       Ain’t got nobody but my self.       I’s a lonely man,       And I find no reason to prove it to oneself. Thump, thump, thump, went his heart against his chest, He thought back on his life, and was not impressed-       “I cant find comfort,      And I can’t be satisfied.       Can’t find comfort      And can’t be satisfied—       I ain’t got a care,      And I wish that I had died.” And for a long time he sat there.The sun came up and went down. The man got up and started to walk without a destination. While he was stuck in a state of disconsolation. He closed his eyes-to die-or to engage his imagination.
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC
"Weary Blues"-rendition 1
Droning a monotone note, Rocking back and forth, complaining of a sore throat,        I witnessed a man go insane. Down the street from the store By the grey abstruse sign on the back door,       He did a quick shake. . . .       He did a quick shake. . . . To the acrid taste of an apple. With his begrimed hair and dark eyes, He pulled out a paper and started to recite his final goodbyes,       O darkness! Swaying, syncopated with his incoherent words, He imagined a world with only birds.       Sweet world! Coming from the innards of his soul.       O darkness! In a deep voice filled with dissimulation, I heard that man whisper,        “Ain’t got nothing to think of,       Ain’t got nobody but my self.       I’s a lonely man,       And I find no reason to prove it to oneself. Thump, thump, thump, went his heart against his chest, He thought back on his life, and was not impressed-       “I cant find comfort,      And I can’t be satisfied.       Can’t find comfort      And can’t be satisfied—       I ain’t got a care,      And I wish that I had died.” And for a long time he sat there.The sun came up and went down. The man got up and started to walk without a destination. While he was stuck in a state of disconsolation. He closed his eyes-to die-or to engage his imagination.
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ted-wallace
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 6:58 AM UTC
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