runningshoes
Great White North
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
Peter Gabriel, Here Comes The Flood
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Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
If you want something for nothing, go jerk off.
I heard a human voice who sang like no one else. I heard a proud lady singing loud. Lived her life as she liked, didn't give a damn, but soon she found she was underground and wasted. I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage. Her body shook oh, she did her stuff. She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much. If you take the smooth you gotta take the rough.
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gotta love Zappa.
When the water gets on 'em their ninnies get rigid 'n' look pretty bold. It's a common reaction that makes an attraction whenever it's cold.
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job, but I get no offers, just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue. I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.
It used to be so easy living here with you. You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do. Now you look so unhappy and I feel like a fool.
