as the radio man says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred
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the other end of the world and come back to us
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and painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet
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the other end of the world and come back to us
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and painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet
Soul Coughing: Screenwriter’s Blues
I’m not often touched by song lyrics. But Screenwriter’s Blues is a weird mix of thumping stand-up bass and beat poetry that forces me to listen. The section above just resonates in my skull. How gorgeous are those three lines?