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whodat2112

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Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose
Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
And I been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am

In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light
She had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night
I put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love

It's just the danger when you're riding at your own risk
She said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let's keep it like this
It's just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say
Hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love

Well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
Money for muscle and another girl I dig
Another hustle just to make it big
And rockaway rockaway

And girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
Oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids

She took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of the dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay

And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world
Come on and take a low ride with me girl
On the tunnel of love

And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway

And girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
Girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
Like the spanish city to me when we were kids
 

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Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
She had all the brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Yes and your rich old man,
You know he'd a call her a dead ringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a Jazz singer

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about a history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same as the ...

Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
And the lady writer on the TV
 

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Renewal poetry... Well, it is coming up on the new year so I thought I'd post a poem about renewal generally (although I am not the biggest fan of NY resolutions... my changes come when they come... I wrote this one about 6 months after my first divorce :) Was trying to use animal metaphors in the poem which LITERALLY came about from an infestation of bugs where I was living at the time... :)

THERE ARE BEETLES IN THIS HOUSE

Their dark, shiny bodies corner around the cracks
sucking in sunlight
hiding in doorways and staring at our lives,
laying eggs in casings that shower
forth onto my waiting head when I least
expect it. Sending creepy shudders down my back
whenever I glimpse them.
My son tries to eat them, they clog
drains, fill up the insides of florescent lights and
buzz, buzz, buzz... Angry? Triumphant?
They die everywhere and I step on them with bare
feet, carrying disembodied insect legs that shiver as I walk.

And I, I was like the beetles in this
house. My spine hardening into a carapace
rising tall over my body.
Impenetrable, like a turtle in its shell only less
natural. I scuttled around
the edges of my life asking, "Will it ever
be enough? When will I have enough?"
I hoarded in burrows tunneled, chewing through
wood, stone, darkness. Withering up, up,
up, as I dug deeper underground.

Until one day, I don't even know how or
why (when do you ever get answers from grace?)
I felt the touch of something not
unlike an eagle's proud eye, perhaps, or a shy
hummingbird hovering or a gentle blue jay
like a kiss from above saying, "It is enough your
life. It is enough." My hunger gone, the carapace
fell to my feet-- tiny dust--
and I stood tall, unencumbered. The invisible
weight lifted and I felt
wings begin to bud on my shoulder
blades-- just a little-- but it is
enough.

Now, when I find beetles in my house
I stand, no longer compelled
to stare, noting our similarities and horrified
at what I had become, instead
I sweep them out
and laugh.

Anna
 
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