Mucho gusto, me llamo autoridad | 1 |
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Bed-ridden— | 2 |
the oxygen machine takes up the living room. | 3 |
broken arm in a sling— | 4 |
bleached cotton against blistered skin | 5 |
frozen in | 6 |
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wheeling around a saline IV | 7 |
brandishing tattoos of a forgotten life… | 8 |
smoking cigarettes—daddy’s gonna love one and all | 9 |
And we’re gone— | 10 |
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We ran down the sidewalk, | 11 |
I lagged behind and started coughing, | 12 |
You grabbed my hand | 13 |
and carried me along – | 14 |
your PF Flyers never touched the ground | 15 |
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you’re only a dream but I’ll never wake up-- | 16 |
we passed the back-alley slums of my mind, | 17 |
you took off my shades and pointed to the Sun | 18 |
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you took me to church and sang gospel music, | 19 |
I spoke in tongues and you understood. | 20 |
Your voice rattled my bones until I gave in | 21 |
It’s such a strange homecoming | 22 |
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As we all play parts of tomorrow, | 23 |
You took away what I had to say— | 24 |
I know we can’t all stay here forever, | 25 |
But I’m beaming, ‘Cause today I found my friends, | 26 |
(They never say a word) | 27 |
Neither do I~ | 28 |
We live it up— you know we never get old | 29 |
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Not too late, through my deathbed— under the bridge | 30 |
I’m through with broken arrows and stinging pistols, | 31 |
Midnight raids and mortal combat, | 32 |
The march of the wooden soilders | 33 |
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{France} | 34 |
* Color-bleached Bastogne. | 35 |
Penny-Royal blue china, | 36 |
Set on a stalwart table— | 37 |
Second floor [exposed] | 38 |
A crumbled wall— | 39 |
Ave Maria milks the rubble, | 40 |
From somewhere (not too far away) | 41 |
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It’s such a strange homecoming. | 42 |
A Victorian reformation blossoms— | 43 |
My eyes see what I’ve always known, | 44 |
What has been told! | 45 |
I wear my beer gut like The Medal of Honor | 46 |
I’ve llegó * all you protest kids? | 47 |