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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
She had a reconstructed face
And he had no lips to speak of There was no feature out of place And no recipe for sweet love From an Indiana Dodge To an Airstream by the parkway In the silver they would lodge And as for love they hit it sharply He was the type to look for work Although not the kind to find it She was an office temp and clerk He didn't have to be reminded... But he minded He was a writer in his dreams He sent his thoughts to magazines He'd get them back without a check What do bohemians expect? He started hanging out with those Collectively misunderstood Their only thought was how to pose And as their failure he was something good... She roomed and boarded him for years She was supported in her fears She was a ruby in his shoe His neck was red enough for two She had dreams all of her own She'd tell him that soon on the phone She wasn't ever coming back She was never bored she would give him that He came home drunk out of his head Except she wasn't there to steer He needed her to find the bed She left the Airstream running clear She had a reconstructed life With no regrets to speak of Seems she was not the docile type Without a recipe for sweet love She had a reconstructed fate |
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from John Gorka - Land of The Bottom Line (1990)
(1)
Take this as a warning To stay away from me Because the man that you used to know Is not the man that you're going to see Someday we may laugh at this Someday we may be friends But for now you can keep your distance Stay away till the pieces mend (2) This sudden lonliness has made me dangerous Please don't watch me while I fall apart 'Cause I'm sad and I'm angry And armed with a broken heart (3) And what will get me through the night Is what I'll use with all my might And to some peace I have a right But I pay so dearly And at my age I should be wise Now I'm untying all those ties The evidence is in the eyes That should see so clearly I once saw so clearly (4) You know I will say anything If it will keep you away But I don't know what I would do If you said you were gonna stay Don't do me any favors Don't try to ease the pain Won't you please let me hate you now So I won't fall for you again (Repeat 3, then 2) |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
So I wonder how she's doing
I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high But she would never run from strangers She sang alone like a bell will toll Way above the clang and the clatter Out of fear of her demon soul Maybe none of this is my business And none of what I hear is true I am far from the mint condition Circulation's hard on you Chorus: Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you...(2X)...to save you now He could always find the holes in the bottles Even with a blindfold on Never kept his seat on the wagon Rolling off like a rolling stone Blue chalk between his fingers Hustling a poolroom song He always kept a line for the singer Pointing his cue right from wrong Chorus Repeat first verse |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
I pay my bills to the time collectors
They're getting more from me each day I pay them off a few words at a time But the spur's gone from the moment And the moment's slipped away I used to feel like something here was mine Now I pay them off a few words at a time I reach into my pocket just so I can make some change And I find more hands than I can ever shake And I hope you will forgive me if I don't return your call But there's someone watching every move I make And I've got more hands than I could ever shake Chorus I'm running for my life here out on the campaign trail And the crowds will not forgive me if I lose And I'd like to think I'm special but I do know otherwise Excuse me but I need to make the news 'Cause the crowds will not forgive me if I lose I'm really not complaining won't you say your name again I'm sorry but that isn't what I mean There's a prison called tomorrow and there's one called yesterday The only place your free is in between Oh I'm sorry but that isn't what I mean Chorus |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
She looks best moving
Or standing still I can't make up my mind I guess I always will Last Saturday night Went out of my head Or I stayed right here at home And went right to bed I slept like a baby Or I was up all night Thought I was gonna die No I felt alright Chorus I can't make up my mind (3X) I can't make up my mind (3X) This time I have a lot of trouble With my boss at work Yeah I'm still self-employed I'd better wipe that smirk Life is a pair of ducks Who are heading south She cannot fit my name Inside her mouth Chorus I can't make up my mind (3X) I can't make up her mind (3X) This time She looks best moving Or standing still I cannot make her mine I guess I always will It's fear of commitment Commitment to fear Courage means nothing If you stand right here I sure hate to listen Talking to myself No I'm not sick this time I'm just bored of health, no Chorus I can't make up my mind (3X) I can't make up your mind (3X) This time |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
My name is Edgar
And I am a party man I come from a party town I come in my party van I bet I could make you laugh Hey would you like a beer I got some in the chest outside It's a little warm in here Where are you going now Oh I guess she heard that one She should tell by my goodtime grin That I can be a lot of fun Now I'm almost 46 And I used to have a wife But that was nearly 15 years ago Now she's got another life Oh she had a real strong way I met her on a moving bus We got off at different stops And that was just the start of us Now I never get too deep That's the way it always seems And I need a lot of sleep Because I have a lot of dreams Oh I still believe in love 'Specially when it's bright and new Although I never stick around Because I need some time for them And some time for you Yeah I've got a need to roam Oh I've got a restless streak I've got a whole world inside of me No one ever gets a peek My name is Edgar... |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
I am good at dreams
I am good at dreams Bad at savings bonds Fashion magazines I am good at dreams I am good at dreams I am good at night I am good at night Sun don't fit me right I tried with all my might I am good at night I am good at night I am good at stars I am good at skies Not like other guys I am good at skies I could close my eyes I could be your size I would still be good at skies I am good at wind I am good at stone I am good at rain Good at all alone I am good at you I am good at home I am good at dreams I am good at dreams Bad at savings bonds Fashion magazines I am good at dreams I am good at dreams I am good at night I am good at night Sun don't fit me right I tried with all my might I am good at night I am good at night I am good at dreams I am good at dreams I am good at night I am good at night |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
They're growing houses in the fields between the towns
And the Starlight drive-in movie's closing down The road is gone to the way it was before And the spaces won't be spaces anymore Two more farms were broken by the drought First the Wagners now the Fullers pulling out Developers paid better than the corn But this was not the place where they were born There's houses in the fields No prayers for steady rain this year Houses in the fields There's houses in the fields And the last few farms are growing out of here At first he wouldn't sell and then he would Now they'll be children playing where the silo stood The word came from the marrow of his bones It was the last sure way to pay off all the loans The new streets will be named for kings and queens And a ransom will be payed for every castle's dream The model sign is crested with a lion And the farmers they will have enough to die on There's houses in the fields No prayers for steady rain this year Houses in the fields There's houses in the fields And the last few farms are growing out of here I guess no one should be afraid of change But tell me why is there a fence for every open range It's a sign I'm getting on in years When nothing new is welcome to these eyes and ears There's houses in the fields No prayers for steady rain this year Houses in the fields There's houses in the fields And the last few farms are growing out of here They're growing houses in te fields between the towns And the Starlight drive-in movie's closing down The road is gone to the way it was before And the spaces won't be spaces anymore And the spaces won't be spaces anymore |
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from John Gorka - Land of The Bottom Line (1990)
I saw a stranger with your hair
Tried to make her give it back So I could send it off to you Maybe Federal Express 'cause I'd know you'd miss it I saw another with your eyes Flash just turned my head I went to try them on for size They looked the other way They wouldn't miss 'em CHORUS But you're never hard to find in a crowd People around you smiling out loud Your feet don't touch the ground No, your feet don't touch the ground Your feet don't touch the ground I heard a stranger with your voice It took me by suprise Again I found it wasn't you Just an angel in disguise In for a visit By the way, how is my heart? I haven't seen it since you left I'm almost sure it followed you Would you sometime send it back? (CHORUS) I saw a stranger with your hair I saw another with your eyes I heard an angel with your voice |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
I'm from New Jersey, I don't expect too much
If the world ended today, I would adjust. I'm from New Jersey, no I don't talk that way I watched too much TV when I was young I'm from New Jersey, my mom's Italian I've read those mafia books, we don't belong. Girls from New Jersey who have that great big hair They're found in shopping malls, I will take you there I'm from New Jersey, it's not like Texas There is no mystery, I can't pretend I'm from New Jersey, it's like Ohio, But even more so, imagine that I know which exit, and where I'm bound, Tolls on the parkway they will slow you down. New Jersey people, they will surprise you 'Cause they're not expected to do too much They will try harder, they may go further, 'Cause they never think that they are good enough I'm from New Jersey, I don't expect too much If the world ended today I would adjust I would adjust; I would adjust |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
Jack's crows are loud in the morning
They're critical of other birds Farmers don't appreciate 'em Though they don't say it in so many words Jack's crows Jack's crows Where everybody's from And nobody goes That's where you're gonna find Jack's crows Jack's crows have a bad reputation Some of them are known as thieves They're involved in strange celebrations And magic on All Hallow's Eve Jack's crows Jack's crows Where everybody's from And nobody goes That's where you're gonna find Jack's crows Jack's crows are all very ancient No relation to the crows of Jim Jim was driven to the shadows But now you're seeing more of him With Jack's crows Jack's crows Where everybody's from And nobody goes That's where you're gonna find Jack's crows Jack's crows are in for a murder A murder is a gathering Some watch some go a little further Some eat what the others bring To Jack's crows Jack's crows Where everybody's from And nobody goes That's where you're gonna find Jack's crows |
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from John Gorka - Land of The Bottom Line (1990)
I couldn't bribe a wino on what I used to make
My Fortune was as sure as the wind But I was free to wonder and time was on my hands It was mine to burn and to bend Chorus: Freedom for freedom Call that an even scheme Give me time to wonder and to dream I'll take the money They'll take the time Down to the land of the bottom line To the bottom line Then there came a chance to make some steady dough Bouncing up my alley to the door You fill your clothes with keys and damned responsibilites Trading the maybe for the sure (Chorus) All I ever wanted was to be a kid and play Fighting every change along the way I don't like work, but I don't like waste And I don't like waiting for a taste (Chorus)> |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
Smokey the bear said only you can...
Lightning said Smokey that's not true Though sometimes I can't help myself You know I strike at will, it's nothing personal Chorus I'm just trying to get close enough To see the face of love To be in the face of love One combination still impresses Women, wind and summer dresses Meet me underneath that hollow tree I hope you don't mind if thunder follows me Chorus There's Franklin's kite and Franklin's key And Frankenstein they owe a debt to me I've lit them up I've knocked them down I've put them early underground Chorus There are bolts for them out of the blue Volts for us we'll hit the heights for you I come by cloud, I come by storm When the pressure drops, when cool meets warm Chorus One combination still impresses Women, wind and summer dresses Meet me underneath that hollow tree Hope you don't mind if thunder follows me Lightning's blues (3X) |
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from John Gorka - Land of The Bottom Line (1990)
I didn't know where to look for you last night
I didn't know where to find you I didn't know how I could touch that light That's always gathering behind you I didn't know that I would find a way To find you in the morning But love can pull you out of yesterday As it takes you without warning I want to be a long time friend to you I want to be a long time known Not one of your memory's used-to-bes A summer's fading song Chorus: It's from me, it's to you For your eyes It's a weight, a wonder that is wise I am here, you are there Love is our cross to bear I know I'll think of us upon that hill With the golden moon arising And the stars will fall around us still While the love is realizing And so it is until we meet again And I throw my arms around you You can count the gray hairs in my head I'll still be thankful that I found you |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
My invisible gun
You won't find my fingerprints On my invisible gun Though you may recall the incident In which I held up the sun With my invisible gun It does those magic bullet tricks My invisible gun No flash or sound like a trigger click No you just see the damage done With my invisible gun My invisible gun You might say it's my new best friend My invisible gun A pocket full of unhappy ends Watch them dance and run From my invisible gun My invisible gun Fits like smoke in those funky joints My invisible gun You're all shot through with your hollow points Now I never wait for fun With my invisible gun |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
Night is a woman who embraces me
I am never lonely in her arms Deep in her heart I am free from harm The moon and the stars are her ancient charms She gives to me the gift of less to see Night is a woman who embraces me I know that she is stronger than the winter sun She brings me to the places I am warm She's on me like a blanket or a thunderstorm And she waits for me when I am forlorn Although she is much older we have just begun I know that she is stronger than the winter sun Night is a woman who embraces me Her hair is dark and thick and it will tumble down She dresses up her shadows in a flowing gown And she's always welcome wen she hits this town She is always everything she wants to be Night is a woman who embraces me Night is a woman who embraces me She will reach me late and take my hand Lead me to my dreams and back again Then she'll run like a shiver from the land She gives to me the gift of less to see Night is a woman who embraces me Night is a woman who embraces me |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
These birds don't sing in the rain
They're waiting for the sun to shine But I'm a man and a man-made thing And I can sing out anytime I can sing in the trees I'll sing before the rivers rise Maybe make you believe That we were part of paradise And could be part of paradise 'Cause we were part of paradise, once I don't have any wings But there are nights when I can fly And I'll give you all my rings Like I'm the oldest tree alive But I can't stand like a tree And you can cut me down to size Even make me believe That we were part of paradise And could be part of paradise 'Cause we were part of paradise, once Nothing ever gets lost Just the pieces move around I can't figure out the cost I know that it will even out Without feather or branch Love brings you closer to the skies It can give you back the chance To be where it was paradise To see a part of paradise To be a part of paradise, once |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
I wish that you could live forever
And that I could be there too And that there'd be generations To look after me and you But I know that isn't likely So I guess I'll say it now That I'll love you past the boundaries That time and breath allow You were my first memory We were playing in the grass Like the colors of your apron Love was colored in to last Chorus And I'm glad the light still hits your face And I'm glad every time you answer the phone For you life and home have never been an easy place And I'm glad to be part of your own You were the foundation That we built my life upon First with Dad and Cass and Mary Then one was sick and one was gone People only get one family And a lot of them are rough I'm glad the one I got was one That wasn't hard to love I hope I have your toughness Along with your will to be kind And know as I am one of yours That you are one of mine Chorus |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
I heard he was scraping dixie
Looking for a job Looking for some work to get him by Steering clear of all the jails He was skinny as a rail And his face would hardly move from day to day His face would hardly move from day to day Chorus: Don't you set your mouth on me Don't you set your mouth on me Don't you set your mouth and jump salty as the sea Even though she was the one Even so I'll overcome Don't you set your mouth on me like I belonged He learned to cook short order Was a pour man in a bar And a bubble dancer till his face got steamed And I know that he was bugged Dishing out those slops and slugs He said that grease got all up in his dreams Bridge: A VFW from somewhere With the 1000 yard stare The VA kept him hanging on a line His disability was pending I'd get these scribes that he was sending He'd be scraping by till the weather warmed this way Scraping dixie till the weather warmed this way He said he'd be scraping dixie Maybe Carolina way Looking for some cash to pass him through Well what you gonna do We all have to line the flue But I'll fight untill they put that tree suit on I'll be fighting till they put that tree suit on Chorus |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
My father met Eleanor Roosevelt
In 1939 The war at last was over then And they were still alive Her husband was the president Til he ran out of time Her Fraklin D. was history And they'd put him on the dime My father joined the leaernecks To stay out of the mines The new marine was just fifteen In 1939 There were medals and malaria The South Pasific War Through jungles that were paradise And were paradise no more Chorus Soldiers fight and soldiers die Soldiers live to wonder why Semper fi, fe fo fum Look out peacetime, here we come Some of the men who did survive Were not the lucky ones War is only good for those Who make and sell the guns My father lay recovering The hurt was all inside Sometimes the wounds that never heal Are easiest to hide When Eleanor came bearing gifts To San Francisco Bay She gave my dad a blanket In the hospital that day That blanket meant a lot to him My mother has it still Some forget the kindnesses That others never will Chorus Soldiers fight and soldiers die Soldiers live to wonder why Semper fi, fe fo fum Look out peacetime, here we come |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
I met her in the summertime
When her arms Were the color of silence So blue her eyes A new horizon And I walked that way And I talked that way too And I found my way through To her silence Whoa To her silence My heart was full of bitterness So dark and so close to violence The ace of spades Turned upside down Nothing beat in my hopeless chest I could not detect a sound But she would not let me rest Bound to my silence Whoa Bound to my silence Love came unexpectedly Late to the bill An added attraction The way it goes The way it stays And when she is far away Still I feel her here Every since she made the day And the lonely man disappear Into that silence Whoa Into that silence |
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from John Gorka - Land of The Bottom Line (1990)
I lost my car to the Riverside Drive
Last seen heading up the upper west side One thirty eighth street one thirty nine What's yours is theirs, what's theirs was mine Now it's gone for parts, it's gone for fun It's gone for sure as any one No, they're not polite, they don't say please With the cover of night, they never use keys. Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat Broken glass around his feet The radio will change it's tune Removed beneath a New York moon The precinct has an icy clerk Her hand fills out the paper But the cops don't look for stolen cars You can wish upon a star It happens every now and then People see their cars again Some are found on cinder blocks With open trunks and busted locks They say in this town nothing sleeps That goes for thieves and chimney sweeps The smart ones say to keep your ride Park it on the Jersey side Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat Broken glass around his feet The radio will change it's tune Removed beneath a New York moon I lost my car to the Riverside Drive Last seen heading up the Upper West Side One thirty eighth street one thirty nine What's yours is theirs, what's theirs was mine Manhattan nights are full of rats Republican and democrats Most of them have learned the rules The rest of us just go to school Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat There's broken glass around his feet The radio will change it's tune Removed beneath a New York moon |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
I heard a train calling
Through the middle of the night I heard the whistle And the mercy of the wheels It's a hand to mouth existence In a mouth to nothing world I was longing For the way I used to feel I'd like to catch a train That could go back in time That could make a lot of stops Along the way I would go to see me Father With the eyes he left behind I would go for all the words I'd like to say And I'd take along a sandwich And a picture of my girl And show them all That I made out ok I heard a train calling Through the middle of the night And I wondered if I Should have gotten on Cause a train knows where it's going And when it's time to go And that it looks best When it's already gone I heard a train calling Through the middle of a dream And I wandered through the weeds As it went by Oh the trains they have the numbers The nicknames and the nights They know it's ok To run away and cry I'd like to catch a train That could go back in time That could make a lot of stops Along the way I would go to see me Father With the eyes he left behind I would go for all the words I'd like to say And I'd take along a sandwich And a picture of my girl And show them all That I made out ok I heard a train calling Through the middle of the night I heard the whistle And the mercy of the wheels |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
It's half price off on last year's models
There's a geeseful sky and roads of potholes The town is lean and getting leaner There is a rank and file demeanor Countless souls in unkind places Wearing fixed and angry faces I tell myself I don't belong But I am a ghost in this prayer gone wrong... There's a new restaurant and a new coffee shop It seems this street is looking up The new sign says there's "No Smoking" "No Shirt, No Service" and "Spanish Spoken" This town was built by steel blue collars It now competes for the tourist dollars Love may make the world go round But like gravity here we're still money bound... There's talk show hosts and wartime markers Ways of thinking that force the darkness Bus stations have sad reputations Coin laundry pawnshop conversations Each time this year I hit this mood It's cabin fever or the mortal groove Before the spring before winter's done When something's lost or just hasn't come... |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
Love is never easy
It's almost always out of your way It's not the path of least resistance It's not some words you get to say It's a stream running up the mountain It's a wave rolling out from the shore I wish I could say I never Felt that way before I have a friend who's lonely She is chasing after her dreams And she is the one and only One who knows how hard it will be There's treasure on her island Buried in this city of news I wish I could say we didn't Have that much to lose One friend tried to end it He could not see the good in his life In his mirror or his pocket And his hopes had come down life a knife There's treasure on his island Buried in this city of dues I wish I could say we didn't Have that much to lose Love is never easy It's almost always out of your way It's not the path of least resistance It's not some words you get to say |
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from John Gorka - Between Five And Seven (1996)
I once said I knew
But I don't know no more What once was strong and true Is now just stiff and sore Maybe it's a phase I'm going through Still I'd like to face this phase with you Chorus If there's love in your heart At least you've got one way to feel alive If there's love in your heart Then I count two good reasons to survive When true love isn't perfect Still it's kind to you It may not be the kind of love That sees you through It could seize you in the middle of a night Squeeze you when you hold somebody tight Chorus Bridge: She said the roughest is the middle place You don't know where you stand Only you've got no grace You've got no grace(2X) If you cannot undo it then the knot is tied If love can't be your lover it can be your guide But you need to pay attention to the signs You do not need to stay between the lines Chorus |
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from John Gorka - Jack's Crows (1991)
I walk where the bottles break
And the blacktop still comes back for more I walk where the bottles break And the blacktop still comes back I live where the neighbors yell And their music comes up through the floor I live where the neighbors yell And their music wakes me up Life beyond the playground fence Is serious as Basketball Life beyond the playground fence Is serious Four blocks from the steel mill blast I paint my claim up on the wall Four blocks from the steel mill blast I paint my claim From my end of the southside drag Its a common thought to call the cops Further west its been gentrified They turned biker bars into flower shops I kind of miss those Harley guys How rarely did a body harm They mostly liked to drink and shout And flash the pictures on their arms It happens wen the money comes The wild and poor get pushed aside It happens wen the money comes The poor get pushed The buyers come from somewhere else They raise the rent so you can't hide The buyers come from out of state And they raise the rent Buy low, sell high You get rich and you still die Money talks, people jump Ask how high low life Donald what's his names And who cares? I don't wanna know what his girlfriend doesn't wear Its a shame that the people at work Wanna hear about this kind of jerk These people aren't saints No, people just are They wanna feel like they count They wanna ride in their own car These people aren't saints No, people just are They wanna feel like they count They wanna ride in their own car I just want to make enough To buy this town and keep it rough I just want to make enough To buy this town Buy low, sell high You get rich and you still die Money talks, people jump Ask how high low life Donald what's his names I walk where the bottles break And the blacktop still comes back for more I walk where the bottles break And the blacktop still comes back I live where the neighbors yell And their music comes up through the floor I live where the neighbors yell And their music wakes me up Life beyond the playground fence Is serious as Basketball Life beyond the playground fence Is serious I walk,I live, My life, I hide Where the bottles break By the playground fence Where the neighbors yell Where they raise our rents Where the bottles break By the playground fence By the steel mill blast Where they raise our rents |
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