claim no albatross before its time
Condo woman won't soiree in front of the cameras.
something about the ambience in the wood.
Dick Clarke they ask me for at work
not the Philly rock and roll era,
something much more musical.
Jorge junior makes a big muscles in the
hallucinatory light.
Me strong, me fight the terror,hombre,
he squints into the lens.
Something in the juice, maybe.
Claim no albatross before its time,honey.
Condo woman hisses from the balcony
I'll wrassle Dick anytime, but on my terms only.
We could use some law here.
We could use some real folks.
They all went somewhere once.
They all went up the trail.
They've been gone a long time.
We wait for them to return.
We order food, we drink our prescriptions quiet.
Somebody was going to bring in a real fine movie to look
at.
One we might not have seen,even.
Dick Clarke dismounts in the temperature.
He's asking us to dance.
Shake it if you can feel it.
And if you don't,
go and find out how.
The river below could be a long drop from here.
But i hear the water tastes very fine.
---Scott Wannberg
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