WORDS NO SONG,
MELODY NO WORDS
Open this doorway to skid row; I think
I'll take a walk in. And end up where the
mavericks die and the wild plains Indians
were slaughtered once and for all. Down
in the southwest, Arizona wasn't a state
until 1912. Until that time their pride
they held.
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Arrows in the kitchen now mean Aunt
Jemima's gone as well. She left on the
morning train to Hell.
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One sort of judgement coaxes my
desire - a simple determination not
to keep things square. All those lefty
dominant hipsters, tripping over
themselves sliding in their slime,
can't quite bring forth their sense
of justice to any admonition that
calls them out.
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Ogden, Utah, you say? Portland,
Oregon? Up theirs all : lily-livered
creature comforts of the San Francisco
slums : gay boys emoting, farty girls in
butch cuts and their denim jeans.
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Arrows in the kitchen now mean Aunt
Jemima's gone as well. They threw
her on that train to Hell.
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