The Rickety RacketyRailroads pull on my lucid dreams;I wake up and I am ready to go, go, go!Unknown cities, rank hotel rooms,bottles of red red wine-the cheapest kind.I do not need your directions;they say I have a hound's nose-I’ll sniff the marrow off your bones.Can you hear me, boy;the rickety rickety rackety?Did you paint me well, boy?Is that my face upon your wall?The ones you mistook for laugh lineshold my screams, boy.The eyes you named for dreamsare blood wells for sufferers, for fools.My face lies, boy; my words mislead.I am the meanest of the tavern whoresyou have yet to meet.Was I ever young, boy?I’ve felt old for so long.Last night was the first nightI didn't blow my head off.You know how suicidal I get;you were there when I counted the pillsof the first bottle I downed.Oh Jackie, boy; you saw the knivesI hide beneath my vows.The rickety rackety of the night...My heart beats like passion, like love.There is a joyous gleam upon my eyes.I have lips sha
No Turning Around BluesGoing ninety miles an hourdown the highway alone.Yeah, ninety miles an hourdown the highway alone.Looking for a U-turnso I can get back home.Sometimes I go slower,to check out what I pass.I may go slower sometimes -to check out what I pass.Nothing ever looks familiar,so I step on the gas.Other drivers pass me,going too fast for words.Well, other drivers pass me,going too fast for words.They go off into the distanceand vanish there like birds.The highway can be narrowor it may be ten lanes wide.It may be one or two lanes,it may be ten lanes wide.Is that the sea in the distanceor just a trick of the light?My home is far behind me,at least I think that is so.Well, my home is far behind me,at least I think that is so.If I could only find a U-turn,I'd go back and I would know.
Wheelbarrow: a collaborationleft out all winternow glistening in the rainrusty wheelbarrowsmell of wet paintsoon replacedby damp earthby =OritPetra and =mcdermid
Deep Dark ForestRun, run , run,As fast as you can,Through a dark maze,Can’t see a thing,You trip,You stubble,And fall,You’re gonna be a goner,If you let the beast get any closer,You’re scared to death,Running for your life,Branches hit your face,Briars rip through your flesh,But you keep running,in a drunken daze,Not sure what will happen,But you know you’re going to try your hardest,to make it out of this forest of doom alive.
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