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This she did in public for us to see
She came in here too drunk to do the show
Between the trains and cars
Broken glass and lost hubcaps

Images of a gun
Row house, row house pass thru
Let the city rise up to fill the screen
Clothes flung out of closets
Doorknobs falling off

The guitar guy played real good feedback
And super sounding riffs
With his mild mannered look on
Yeah, he was truly hip

The girl started out in red patent leather
Very I'm in a band, with kneepads
We watched her fall over and lay down
Shouting the poetic truths
Of high school journal keepers
Row house, row house pass thru

Let the city rise up
Twister, dust buster, hospital bed
I'll see you see you see you on the highway
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom

Miss Seafood, Miss Cheesecake
A couple of Miss Donuts
The edge of a blade pressed to the throat
Of your reflected image
Poised, yet totally screwed up
Yes sir, yes sir, step right up

None of us know where we're trying to get to
What sort of life? What we're trying to build
Now we tone-soul merge ideas
Of song forms and freedom
Seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
L.A. is more confusing now
Than anywhere I've ever been to
I'm from New York City
Breathe it out and let it in

Where are you now
When your broken eyes are closed?
Head in a cloudy dream of green and sailboats?
Borrowed and never returned
Emotions, books, outlooks on life

Hello 2015!
Hello 2015!!