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Reply to "Jungleland wasn‘t built in a day"

beneath the city two hearts beat, soul engines warm and tender
In a bedroom locked with silent whispers soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnel of machines the Rat chases his dreams
footsteps echo down them hallways in night
the girl crawls into bed, shakes her head
And with a kiss and a sigh she shuts out the light

 

April 1975

people would jump onstage and grab me by the head and scream, ‘tilly! bootlegs!'"

Last edited by tillywilly
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