It don’t matter at all if I’m blind
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I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
I tried to lose myself in the primitive, in Yosemite, like John Muir did
I woke up with this song in my head this morning
life outside the diamond is a wrench
You said meet me at a quarter to twelve
I’ve had too many long nights and cold days
tell me baby what’s your biggest conceit? Is that you did it or you did it with me?
I was dreaming of you; you were in my dream
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Tried to die young with my true love, ended up a millionaire
Hit the weight that I felt (Bosnia Edited)
Going through old photos: Tompa, a day at the park I’d love to have back
My little man, Merle
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It’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea.
In a clearing made of cleavings, stag sees another stag.
They fit together just like a puzzle
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San Frangelico
I brought a chair from home, I’m leaving it on the hill.
East Baby.
Hold Still (or, where water meets dirt)
One life left.
Presenting: Coach
A report upon the consumption of myself
Jess, the white John Lee Hooker
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Put a Madonna lyric in your mouth and spit it at me
The Army of Mars.
The space wanderer looked at the crowd again.
Kazak, the hound of space.
The man was Unk. He was home from Mars and Mercury.
Portraits of the best boy: Lenny
