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Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside, They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide. I live in another world where life and death are memorized, Where the earth is strung with lovers' pearls and all...

Yeah Well you can bump and grind It is good for your mind Well you can twist and shout let it all hang out But you won't fool the children of the revolution No you won't fool the children of the revolution, no no no Well you can tear a plane in the falling...

Nodding tho' the lamps lit low nodding for passers underground to and fro she's darning and the yarn is weeping red and pale marking the train stops from algiers Sleeping tho' the eyes are pale hums in rhythum w/a bonnet on lullaby a broken song the sifting-cloth...

Yum yum the stars are out. I'll never forget how you smelled that night. like cheddar cheese melting under fluorescent light. like a day-old rainbow fish. what a dish. gotta lick my lips. gotta dream I day- dream. thorozine brain cloud. rain rain comes...

Chapter 1 Pudd'nhead Wins His Name Tell the truth or trump -- but get the trick. -- Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar The scene of this chronicle is the town of Dawson's Landing, on the Missouri side of the Mississippi, half a day's journey, per steamboat,...

Scenes from the Life and Art of Elliott Smith by S. R. Shutt He waved hello, Started like a mile, We met-- There's no Changing my mind, I won't walk the Stairs with you tonight Goin' nowhere The clock moved a Quarter of a turn The time it took a cigarette...

John Belushi could say more with an eyebrow than most performers can with their entire body. Yet he wasn't a minimalist. Far from it, he could go over the top in a way that’s never been surpassed. Spanning 1975-1979, this collection includes his bemused...

la mar no tiene naranjas, ni Sevilla tiene amor. Morena, qué luz de fuego. Préstame tu quitasol. Me pondrá la carne verde -zumo de lima y limón-, tus palabras -pececillos- nadarán alrededor. La mar no tiene naranjas. ¡Ay!, amor. ¡Ni Sevilla tiene amor!...

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