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Whiskey and Cigarettes 1
You can kiss my ass
Old Greybeard, where are you?
I am stuck in Mobile
With the Memphis blues again
Who the hell are you?
Tom Waits and growls
I howl at the moon
Moon, June and all that shit
I want no part of it
Pour me another drink
I can’t think
That’s the saving grace
Brace yourself
It can only get worse
You play the game
But everything will remain the same
You don’t make the rules
The blues, the blues
Will bring you down
Don’t tell me
You have no time to think
You want this, you want that
You want to see your shrink
You stand on the brink
When you fall, I’ll call up the band
I thought I knew everything
Now all I say is
Pass the drink
What about you?
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Comment by: MsWizard Online- 2008-07-11 17:11
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| <<-----handing MM a bottle of Jack D....you've earned it with this one my friend...excellent... |
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| Well done! Seems very heartfelt! :-) |
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Comment by: Valerie - 2008-04-23 10:06
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| This is good! I read it a couple of times, and felt you did a great job with the repetition, and rhyme. My only suggestion would be to use lower case at the beginning of the lines, unless it begins a new sentence. . .just a thought. Keep writing! Bravo! |
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I liked this "One from the heart", really.
Thanks.
June. |
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Comment by: mmsiraj - 2008-04-22 03:58
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| Thanks Sam, You have put me in a celebratory mood. Pass the beer please. |
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