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lll so as a sweet thing can see those black man teeth, They white as snow boyy. even on your faces I dom t want you to come with mes You ain't ready yet. I don't mean that bady I just mean when it happens to you, it will be for a good reasons You know your way arounds why don't you go up to Whily Avenue and hear a little softness in the tone, and then Listen to some jazze I like the blues, I sayy walking om, Yes, I like the blues, hard blues, Down in me, like a drum on my balls, Ann Mavehile and rock and roll and crap games in the restroom, Crap pitched under the urlnals Catch a falling ster with piss on it brothers Sure, the man walling the sax between hits on the bar and blowing in your shouting warss God, I do want to lay down with the wong in his mind, I liked him, Red and yellow street cars with winos passing back and forth, but my tie is tight, Don't think twice about your doublile Michaels You've been here undresseds You cam see it coming, Can't you? What? All these clubs are filled with ny father’ jukeboxes, I Imow all the ownergs They would sith on me if I walked in now, Alone, with my suit for a Saturday night journeys Tonight I left everything at home before I stepped out into blackness. Carnival blackness. tts light sends taiking shadows beneath the surface of the arte and you stare at their unseen sounds ‘hat guy is above it all, clang, clang, fuck you trolly man, Laughter form the street slides its echo across roof shingles and vibrates itself around the wall that has no entrance, has no exit, and gncourages illusion and reality to intermingle on the Hills Those with a card that was drawn befow the images were designed, open the gates and walk the street of something stricken from the minds of the incasts