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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and i feel this yearning
and fear
fear of the yearning
yeanring for the fear
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humanity's social classrooms
on the job training
grooming the best of scum
uncommonly common
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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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we would walk casually
across the golf course
just enjoying a stroll
through the autumn night
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rat meets koo
on a autumn friday night
in a hot car
through roland
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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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walking east at sunset
turnin' my back on the light
turnin off my soul
for just another night
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sweet baby janis
im doin just what you said to do
while they stare back bitter
did they look like that to you
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so it was summer
sweet summer of fifteen
went to the viaducts
with spray paint, beer and acid
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feeling somewhat light hearted
during this hateful climate
i'm wondering if the time you wasted
in the factory
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i was gonna write a song
but the notions were gone
so i thought i'd nick a line
but every word seemed wrong
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not many people know my web sites
some know some of them
a few know alot of them
but only i know all of them
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