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down in the cellar in the Boho zone

He wanders up and pulls a drum out of the bag. And then, his life begins again. He’s an old guy. Has his own fold-up stool, the sure sign of a drum circle veteran. He joins maybe 10 or 12 … Continue reading

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we’re all in the mood for a melody

the piano, it sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer — the prophet william joel i’m running half-mile loops around the arts center while mo communes with her clay. it’s one of those days — warm, … Continue reading

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things i wish i had said, part 80

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i can see those visions dancing

All these ghosts I have driven out, driven them from my house It’s a simple life I lead still got a lot to learn about — the prophet willy porter It’s a Crappy Day at work. One doesn’t go upper … Continue reading

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i’m letting the time go by

There’s a man up here who claims to have his hands upon the reins. There are chains upon his hands and he’s riding upon a train. — the prophet james taylor mud slide slim and the blue horizon. i listened … Continue reading

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i don’t need a skywriter to make grafitti in your sky

The sunrise always listens Sometime she even finishes My sentences — the prophet westerberg

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come on home

i walk into the living room. mo is watching some show on michael murphey. she asks if that’s MY michael murphey. sorta, i say. he wasn’t really mine after he left austin. and dear god never make me hear wildfire … Continue reading

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