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Pop Charts

You wanna make it on the pop charts Shrink-wrapped and sold just like a pop tart Well, let me tell you: better get smart it doesn’t matter if you’ve got heart It doesn’t matter what you’re saying and you don’t … Continue reading

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Foolish Notions

for Bob Dylan Youth’s rebellions dissipate; brave destiny succumbs to fate. One morning you find it’s too late to join the revolution. One’s high ideals sink in the mud; mountain retreats recede in flood. The fire that once burned in … Continue reading

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Untitled for a Reason

What a record label’s looking for I haven’t got a clue; it doesn’t really matter any more. And who’s at number one or rising up to number two? I’ve stopped pretending that I’m keeping score. I don’t expect the radio … Continue reading

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Undertown

There’s nothing much that’s happening here in Undertown since they closed the old refinery and sent those pink slips ’round; Down at Cheaters they’re still drinking, but the jukebox plays the sound of old frustrations. It’s been fourteen years and … Continue reading

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After the Flood

The things by which we measure our success: accumulations from long years of toil, the pride of equity in an address, and our precious illusions. How soon spoiled, in just a moment’s passing, are these goods, respectability’s crush torn away. … Continue reading

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Ginger Freed from Wall Singing

Won’t you me the dance out of reaching your space into nothing close where longing breeds its sorrow armor (amour)? Drum talks your babel tonguing instinct-burnt incessancy; naturalized immortalifications reduced to venial chancery in the cold light of reminder. My … Continue reading

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Whence the morning comes

All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading

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