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| #19 Blues, The completed:
1989-12-12 release(s): shimmy, fyhand
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© Roger Manning |
The #19 Blues (Pearly Blues #2)
1989-12-12
following the north star through a dirty windshield
thinking about how life is like a musical
me always going into song
(going around quoting lyrics to everyone)
i don't drink, i don't smoke, i don't do any drugs
i just manipulate people and mess with their lives
i like to lie out loud just to see how it sounds
and she'd get so uptight
...hey cry all night and see where it gets you
get away form me baby before i say something that sends
you running back to your psychiatrist
it ain't that you were so great, it's that we were so attached
projection with a capital P
you're not half as cool as i thought your were
and getting out was tough
like ripping a band-aid off a hairy arm
or being shot to the moon without the rocket
i wanna, but i can't seem to stop talking about it
like stale gum you just can't spit out
...drink all night and see where it gets you.
life was screaming in my ear,
"why don't you just go get laid stupid?!"
lauren said, "bunch of grapes, rog, all you gotta do is pick one"
but it ain't that simple
sing all night and see where it gets you
violence is everywhere
nature is everywhere
garbage trucks are everywhere in the new york city night
where thompson street stars get through
despite city park floodlights
and through all this i've seen my dark side
and it's cost ways too much
now there's a fly buzzing around here
and i'm just waiting for it to land
...write all night and see where it gets you
car-vcr dreams be gone
following the north star through a dirty windshield,
if you're still looking for the maid of coolmoore
she's up the in the pacific northwest
...i went into the sidewalk cafe looking for trouble
but she'd left already
sawed-off t-shirt, tender thighs rising high
through the slits of here skirt,
she's got it written all over her
and the only ones who stand a chance are the sad poet boys
hey, you ain't perfect, i ain't perfect
we have so much in common, what's your contradiction?
every time is different, isn't it?
i guess the whole idea is to burn as bright as you can
let's talk all night and see where it gets to
let's kiss all night and see where it gets to
burn all night and see where it gets you.
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