Nat Z. Punx

i was listening
to this man
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i'm having a problem now
listening to blind willie mctell
i don't want it to end
don't want to hear it again
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last week the highs were in the sixties
this week lows in the sixties
i watch the sky tonight
but i won't learn the names of the stars
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certain days
i really feel like writing
something
anything
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things get bad sometimes
things get confusing sometimes
so confusing
a person cannot tell
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angus and bon really could do it
it's a lie
that's the truth
greek mythology
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i have lust-

in the mad bowl of la brea
gases push through
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we would walk casually
across the golf course
just enjoying a stroll
through the autumn night
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humanity's social classrooms
on the job training
grooming the best of scum
uncommonly common
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rat meets koo
on a autumn friday night
in a hot car
through roland
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spring is in the air
and somewhere
there is a union electrician
he's got my number
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i wanted that stylized jetbird
chrome bent wingtipped rocket-hawk
nine years before
i was sent-enced here
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i'm in this bar
think it's haunted
anyway
watching this slick band
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look
i dont know what your problem is
but i suspect you are deceitful
and possibly two faced
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sometimes i sit here
and
i think i'll find an answer
many times i sit here
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pearl, she bangs
five times
every seven hundred and twenty degrees
sitting at the stoplight
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rat slave to the twang
who's father was lynched
for freeing their niggers
the moto space trace
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now when i feel the tide rise
i stay low
no more cresting
dancing crashing
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jukebox lover
slidell girl
always got the twist
soul so soft, eyes so bright
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four a.m.
rosie's bar
turn the switch
while you feel the metal contact
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