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scrudder (scrudder) wrote,
@ 2005-05-19 16:47:00
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    Current mood:Good!
    Current music:A.M. Radio: "You saved my life"

    Everything gonna change
    My spot on admission of all the things I’d seen

    Tambourines played through the night while the people danced
    Their jingle jangles all off beat – no one seemed to mind watching the floats
    Rick is the one that found the baby Jesus in the King cake
    Though I can’t recall the significance, a year of good luck?
    Beads for breasts, this is the tradition of which people?
    Too many off balances, falling in to me,
    Stinking me up with their bourbon breath
    But its fun – murder capital of the world
    I walked until my feet were sore and the sun fell through the buildings
    It splashed into the alley ways awaking the regrets of the night before
    But not before noon, that is
    My memory serves me up a dish of truth
    I know now, that I never even went there
    And I’ve no idea what I’m talking about
    You saved my life last night
    I’m walking away with my mind on Jesus, Halleluiah


    May the 19th, 2005



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