"I was getting out of jail Heading to the Greyhound You said you'd hop on one yourself And meet me on the way down I was shaking way too hard to think Dead on my feet about to drop Went and got the case of vodka from a car And walked the two miles to the bus stop"
Reminds me of these Mountain Goats lyrics:
ReplyDelete"I was getting out of jail
Heading to the Greyhound
You said you'd hop on one yourself
And meet me on the way down
I was shaking way too hard to think
Dead on my feet about to drop
Went and got the case of vodka from a car
And walked the two miles to the bus stop"
(from "See America Right")
2 in a row, with fantastic texture & depth. Like a piece of back alley flotsam transormed in art--very nice!
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