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during the eighties my head and concrete got together alot.
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I started this life riding on a bus
I've walked to work, when I didn't have a truck
I've owned a truck and driven all over the land
I've had a spo..
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The merry-go-round spun too fast and flung me off. Mouthful of playground dirt, for good measure
Scabs on both knees
That's OK, I got up and duste..
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The feedback coming through the amps, is life.
Screeching so loud it's deafening
So loud people around me grab at their ears.
I just smile, reach ..
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Was a Time
Time when a neighbor would help you
out, painting the old garage
Time to drink a beer with you, or help
you find your dog.
Ti..
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driving home one evening I encountered the most beautiful cloud formation in the western sky with the setting sun as a backdrop. It was a duck racing ..
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My childhood floated,
On a current of rainwater,
In the gutter, on a paper ship.
To weather the storm,
That life would bring,
To a boy of only ..
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For repeated thoughts prompt
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they play a saxophone, til they are blue in the face. drink so much, they feel like a disgrace.beat on drums, til they are sweaty and spent,some will ..
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Time is a currency, that you can only spendIt’s not for sale, to borrow, or to lendWe waste it freely, everydayIt seems so plentiful, but we wil..
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