Stuck Between Stations

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There are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
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there are nights when i think that sal paradise was right. boys and girls in america have such a sad time together.
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Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
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sucking off each other at the demonstrations.
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Sucking off each other at the demonstrations,
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making sure their makeup's straight.
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making sure their makeup’s straight.
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crushing one another with collossal expectations.
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Crushing one another with colossal expectations:
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dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late.
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Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.
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She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.
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she was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a christian.
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She was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
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she was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend.
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She likes the warm feeling but she’s tired of all the dehydration.
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he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration.
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Most nights are crystal clear,
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most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it's stuck between stations
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But tonight it’s like it’s stuck between stations
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on the radio.
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On the radio.
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The devil and John Berryman, they
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the devil and john berryman took a walk together
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Took a walk together.
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they ended up on washington talking to the river
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They ended up on Washington
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he said "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers
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Talking to the river.
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but big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers".
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He said “I’ve surrounded myself with doctors
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there was that night that we thought that john berryman could fly.
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And deep thinkers.
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but he didnt so he died.
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But big heads with soft bodies
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she said "you're pretty good with words but words won't save your life"
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Make for lousy lovers.
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and they didn't so he died.
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There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
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But he didn’t
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So he died.
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She said “You’re pretty good with words
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But words won’t save your life.”
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And they didn’t.
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So he died.
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He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
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he was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
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He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
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he loved the golden gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
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He likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration.
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he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration.
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Most nights were kind of fuzzy,
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most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.
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But that last night he had total retention.
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These Twin Cities kisses, they
 
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Sound like clicks and hisses.
 
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We all tumbled down and
 
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Drowned in the Mississippi River.
 
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We drink and
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these twin city kisses.
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We dry up and
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sound like clicks and hisses.
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Then we crumble to dust.
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and we all come down and drown in the mississippi river.
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we drink
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we dry up.
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we crumble into dust.
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we get wet we corrode
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we get covered in rust.

Revision as of 15:11, 9 November 2007

there are nights when i think that sal paradise was right. boys and girls in america have such a sad time together. sucking off each other at the demonstrations. making sure their makeup's straight. crushing one another with collossal expectations. dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late.

she was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a christian. she was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend. he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration. most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it's stuck between stations on the radio.

the devil and john berryman took a walk together they ended up on washington talking to the river he said "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers but big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers". there was that night that we thought that john berryman could fly. but he didnt so he died. she said "you're pretty good with words but words won't save your life" and they didn't so he died.

he was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected. he loved the golden gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters. he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration. most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention.


these twin city kisses. sound like clicks and hisses. and we all come down and drown in the mississippi river.

we drink we dry up. we crumble into dust.

we get wet we corrode we get covered in rust.

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